Portions for Foxes - Rilo Kiley

There’s blood in my mouth

'Cause I’ve been biting my tongue all week

I keep on talking trash but I never say anything

And the talking leads to touching

And the touching leads to sex

And then there is no mystery left

And it’s bad news

Baby, I’m bad news

I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I’m alone if I’m with or without you

Just bein' around you offers me another form of relief

When the loneliness leads to bad dreams

And the bad dreams lead me to calling you

And I call you and say, «C'mere»

And it’s bad news

Baby, I’m bad news

I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news

And it’s bad news

Baby, it’s bad news

It’s just bad news, bad news, bad news

'Cause you’re just damage control

For a walking corpse like me — like you

'Cause we’ll all be portions for foxes

Yeah, we’ll all be portions for foxes

And there’s a pretty young thing in front of you

And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you

Then she’s sleeping inside of you

And the talking leads to touching

Then touching leads to sex

And then there is no mystery left

And it’s bad news

I don’t blame you

I do the same thing, I get lonely too

And you’re bad news

My friends tell me to leave you

That you’re bad news, bad news, bad news

And I don’t care

I don’t care

I don’t care

I like you

I don’t care

I don’t care

I don’t care

I like you