Good Things Go Bad

I got somethin' people wanna see
I grew up to be someone that I would want to be
But still I'm always looking for the bad
Like if I collect it all
Then maybe I won't be so sad

I get nervous thinking you're the one
Like the moment that I fall, the moment that you run
So I tie down my shoes and turn to dust
'Cause if I never fall
Then I never need to trust

Oh, everything I do, I'm always coloring it blue
Like I don't know how not to be so sad
And, yes, I know it's true, that it's not helping me get through
But I've got a knack for figuring out how good things go bad

You think I'd had enough of this by now
Of always looking for the way
That things will not work out
Like maybe if I know the way it goes
Then maybe it won't hurt
When I end up alone

Oh, everything I do, I'm always coloring it blue
Like I don't know how not to be so sad
And, yes, I know it's true, that it's not helping me get through
But I've got a knack for figuring out how good things go bad

(Bad, bad, bad)
Figuring out how good things go bad
(Bad, bad, bad)
Go bad