Good Guy-Bad Luck - Brodie

I remember growing up, and I

Can’t forget throwing up

That Friday night

I drank everything in site, and

I remember sneaking out, and how

My mom was freaking out

When I got home

She had the police on the phone

Why do I always insist on

Making these dumb mistakes

I guess I’m just a good guy with bad:

I remember skipping class, and I

Can’t forget that car crash

I didn’t get far

I hit the principals new car, and

I remember her Dad’s place, and I

Can’t forget her Dad’s face

When he opened the door

And caught us on her bedroom floor

Why do I always insist on

Making these dumb mistakes

Maybe it’s just part of growing up

I’d like to think I’ll learn my lesson

How many times does it take

I guess I’m just a good guy with bad luck

I’m just a good guy with bad luck

I’m always screwing up

This time I’m really fucked

I’m just a good guy with bad luck