| usually i just assume all guys are creeps waiting to hurt me so i look before i leap but life is to short to live it without taking a few risks so i grabbed you by the wrist and i wrote my number on your hand just one step closer to being damned till i could find out if you were the type to leave me with scars or if you were the type that ran with rockstars not mutally exclusive but one in the same boys that cause trouble are the name of my game you're the mythological "nice guy" certain that he's not going to finish last so if you're true lets run away and find a beach and you can worry about loving me and i can worry about loving you |