Your Funeral My Trial (Live) - Joe Bonamassa

She said she's bad I said that that's my type though She called me crazy So I said that I could like her Could be a mistake But baby you could be my typo She tried to turn the lights off Her body is a candle Chick's so wavy My baby like a tidal She's so crazy My baby like a cyclone Don't know how to take it When she's switchin' up the tempo Yeah she's gettin' in my mental But I only like what's bad for me So I Fuck myself up again Always going for the ones that end But you, thought that I might want you And then I go for all the wrong types And I stay for all the long nights I'd be lying if I thought that I could change at all So baby loving me is your funeral Said, "there's a space that I saved, I left it for ya" Fuck Cue the curtains, got me runnin' through the foyer Thought you could see that I'm not what you're lookin' for 'Cause we're bad for each other but I kinda wanna call ya Laces tied, so how am I still fallin'? Said, "you can't tell me that I never gave a warnin'" Man, if that's the price to pay then babe I can't afford ya Guess I'll have to forget my bitch from California Fuck myself up again Always going for the ones that end But you, thought that I might want you And then I go for all the wrong types And I stay for all the long nights I'd be lying if I thought that I could change at all So baby loving me is your funeral I'm no good for you Oh, I'm only good in a small dose Too much if you're too close But you say that I wouldn't know, baby That's so juvenile 'Cause this is the usual If you really think that we're suitable Then that's your funeral Fuck myself up again Always going for the ones that end But you, thought that I might want you And then I go for all the wrong types And I stay for all the long nights I'd be lying if I thought that I could change at all So baby loving me is your funeral

She won't drive a Cadillac unless it's new She says gold is just a place to put my jewel I work double shifts for one more pair of shoes This livin' easy's getting hard to do My daddy said never spend more than you make And that advice I've always tried to take 'Til the day you walked into the room Now livin' easy's getting hard to do Keep it simple Man I'm trying Start out lovin' End up cryin' Loan me a dollar Some common sense Can't pay these credit cards on good looks and regrets Put a million in the bank but you need two Cause a man's gotta do what he's gotta do I'm going back to bustin' ass and singing blues This livin easy's getting hard to do Keep it simple Man I'm tryin' Start out lovin' End up cryin' Loan me a dollar Some common sense Can't pay these credit cards on good looks and regrets Put a tombstone in the back yard one day Hand carved under my name it will say Here lies a man who found out far too soon This livin' easy's gotten way too hard to do 'Til the day that you walked into the room This livin easy's getting hard to do