One bad attitude stomping out a smile, breathing cigarette smoke like a grownup child. One goes unspoken, the other won't kill. This kind of logic's got me feeling ill. The wicked and wild in me.
So hungover, you don't know why. Wonder if you left without paying or saying goodnight. One bad memory blurred round the sides, was it something you said making you want to die? The wicked and wild in me.
Two sides of one coin go spinning round, wondering which side's gonna hit the ground. One big fight out in the cold trying to fall asleep in the wind and the snow. The wicked and wild in me.
Getting all wasted and running your mouth, revealing yourself to be way out of touch. One bad attitude blaming goodbyes, but playing the victim is getting so tired. The wicked and wild in me.