Bad Education

Oh, pretty boy
 You found it hard to really find out what felt right
 You wanna be a pretty girl, you'd humped at night
 The streets, your urgency to bleed
 You bruised up both your knees
 While rifling through women's jeans
 Cause the attraction's always high
 Sparkling, a sparkled fight
 the grittiest of crimes, your clothes are ruined
 You're running in the wild,
 a horse carrying a child
 You got your kite so high, I think you flew it
 I know it, I think you knew it
 Now it's all bad education
 feeling fine, I'm feeling patient
 Girls and boys and full frustration
 St. Valentine, I think I taste it
 tugging at the seatbelt
 I'm jumping out the saddle
 I'm shuffling my feet around
 I'm kneeling at the steeple
 When will my heart teeter, tatter?
 I'm a believer, I'm solid matter
 Oh, pretty girl
 you turned it on, you turned it out, it all felt off
 That's how it is, that's how it was
 You searched it all so well, underwater in a bell
 You smeared on coral lips while checking off a checked off list
 Situations never kind, feathering a dance-hall stride
 You're playing with the craziest locomotive
 You broke your fingers in the climb
 Scuffed up all your pretty shine
 You've got your air so thin
 I think you blew it, did I blow it?
 You fell into it
 Now it's all bad education
 feeling fine, I'm feeling patient
 Girls and boys and full frustration
 St. Valentine, I think I taste it
 tugging at the seatbelt
 I'm jumping out the saddle
 I'm shuffling my feet around
 I'm kneeling at the steeple
 When will my heart teeter, tatter?
 I'm a believer, I'm solid matter
 Hey, I think I faked it, oh did I fake it?
 Oh, boy your lips look good when you fake it
 Hey, I think I made it, oh did I make it?
 You tried so hard, boy, you better make it
 I think I'll take it, oh, should I take it?
 Oh, pretty girl, I don't think you can take it
 I think I hate it, oh, do I hate it?
 I taste it, I taste it
 Now it's all bad education
 Feeling fine, I'm feeling patient
 Girls and boys and full frustration
 St. Valentine, I think I taste it
 tugging at the seatbelt
 I'm jumping out the saddle
 I'm shuffling my feet around
 I'm kneeling at the steeple
 I'm tugging at the seatbelt
 I'm jumping out the saddle
 I'm shuffling my feet around
 I'm kneeling at the steeple
 I hope you feel it in your hands
 I hope you feel it in your hands
 I hope you feel it in your hands