MAKLANI - Bad Boy Original Mix

You're a phantom in the driver's seat
Smoke where your voice should be
Sweet decay, that's what you taste like
Running red lights in the dead of night
Bad boy
Bad boy
Burning all the lines I drew
Bad boy
Bad boy
There was no surviving you
Leather seats that warm from the sun
Windows up, the engine's low hum
Static cracks up my arm like a warning
You don't speak
You don't have to
Amber streetlights cutting through the glass
Your jaw tight, foot heavy on the gas
I taste copper before you even touch me
Right before the silence breaks
Pulse in my throat thumping down