Bad Habits

Hey look, I’m sorry
But I was just mucking around
I don’t really love you
If that’s what you’ve found

You know my reputation
You know what I’m like
I flirt way too much
I should just go on strike

When I met you at the dance
I thought I liked your looks
You had the type of face
Like in celebrity-books

I don’t really know you
Except you go to my school
I shouldn’t have flirted
I was such a big fool

I thought you were the same
I thought you would forget
Obviously not
And I’ve left you upset

I didn’t know that you’ve liked me
For a very long while
It just seems as though
You’ve joined the big pile

The pile of boys
That I’ve messed up before
I am such a big dope
My heart is so poor

Now I’ve finally learnt
To stop messing with boys
To stop turning them on
Stop treating them like toys.