Bad Decisions by Aonair

I wrote you a letter
I wish i didn’t need to send
I wish I could just feel sorry for myself

I know things ain't good when im
kicking up the past
And your hearts a filtered photograph
And I can’t change that

Your body was a temple
in some ungodly state
In it’s forgotten creed
A soul found its place

And drones i sent to drown you out
Are humming from the strain
When Im weakened you can me draw in
With a cold refrain

I'm still
Making bad decisions

Now and then the light burns out
To a solitary flame
Well kicks back like a bullet
And someone has carved my name

As I lean into the leaking light
And bleed for another taste
Of a dirty fist from a black beauty
wrapped in white lace

I'm still
Making bad decisions
If you want me to

There's a lie I tell myself
When I just can’t sleep at night
That maybe you were right
And I was wrong

Baby

I know there was love coming
from your hardest heart
but with your demons at the reins
well no-one could even start

So I’m forced into this freedom
Where I’m forced to face myself
face the fact that I’m lonely
but put another on the shelf


so im calling any in and out
falling in and out
burn another candle to the end

but baby the evidence of living is the love in my heart
and good words of my friends
but when they’re not around here

Im making bad decisions
Making bad decisions
If you want me to

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