Bernard Trigger

You're wasting your time
 She says only the lonely
 Born in my life
 Saw me lost in the moment
 And down on my knees
 As I beg and I plea
 For some time in your sheets
 So I can get what I need, oh yeah
 Straight struck by her figure
 Plot worsen shower curtain
 As she pull Bernard's trigger
 And I hope and I pray
 That it's gonna fit her
 But with Marlboro lips
 How the fuck am I gonna quit her? Oh yeah
 But late in the night
 I'm wondering like
 Who are you, are you, baby?
 The thorn in my side, or just my type?
 I know it's wrong
 But I still want this
 Bad love, too much, your touch
 My lonely heart can't get enough, no
 She, she sit there making fun of my tendency
 To fumble buttons
 Frequency of quickly coming
 To make me feel like I'm yours, oh
 And me, I push my friends against the fence
 She on the hunt for finger prints
 Or circumstantial evidence
 The things I'll do just to score
 Late in the night
 I'm wondering like
 Who are you, are you, baby?
 The thorn in my side, or just my type?
 Oh, hoo
 I know it's wrong
 But I still want this
 My bad love, too much, your touch
 My lonely heart can't get enough
 Talking sweet sins, wet wick
 Calling my bluffs like text and sex
 I feel the same, homicidal thoughts and growing pains