Lyrics Bad Books – The After Party
Text:
You born bad, I am the after party
Skeptic threat, you moved to San Francisco
Now, I want it all. You wanted extra money
I lost it all. I lost it all
Now I know, it’s good to be alone
It’s good to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
My surprise, who thought you had my baseball
I lost sight, and my God came and fixed me
You know, I had it all, it didn’t suit me
I had it all, I had it all
Now I know that I hate to be alone
I hate to be alone
Oh I hate to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
It’s good to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
My surprise, who thought you had my baseball
I lost sight, and my God came and fixed me
You know, I had it all, it didn’t suit me
I had it all, I had it all
Now I know that I hate to be alone
I hate to be alone
Oh I hate to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
Oh I need to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
It’s so good to be alone
