Bad News

Don’t bother to get too close.

I won’t be your ideal host.

I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous.

You see me around, watching me drown, gray in the frown, walking in town, like I ain’t worth it.

But you’ve heard it.

I’m bad news.

I’m just a rouse

In a game you’re gonna lose.

Yeah, I’m bad news.

I’m the ghost that’s lurking around, don’t make a sound, lost and not found, so aren’t you proud?

I’m the poison inside, escaping my mind, so out of time, small as a dime, claiming what’s mine.

But it’s time you know:

I’m bad news.

I’m just a rouse

In a game you’re gonna lose.

Yeah, I’m bad news.

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