Bad Man - Ezra Furman

Beauty is a drug and it’s coursing through my veins

I sit at home staring at your picture while my colleagues discuss capital gains

This love’s just a cloud of cigarette smoke

Blows away on the wind but it stays in your throat

And the coughing is worse than ever these days

You walk into the room and I can’t look up at you

All my concentrated efforts added up to one big thing I never meant to do

My heart’s been misfiled by the U.S. Postal Service

All these people with their expectations make me so nervous

And people like them could never be like people like you

You’re too bright for me, I’m too dumb for you

In the night I see your face in the moon

You’re the one who stands rock-solid in the shifting sands

And I’m a bad, bad man with a place in my heart for you

I got to the place where secret things are sold

Thunder in the distance and it sounds like it’s a million years old

I see your hair like a waterfall falling

Feel like a lone drunk in the parking lot bawling

And I don’t know how this house got so incredibly cold

I can’t explain it and nobody cares to know

Long-dead women call my name from deep inside my radio

I sit surrounded by my money and my glory

Numbly re-telling my little pointless life story

And the chandeliers winked as if to say, «We know»

And I’ve confessed all my sins

I’m just the type who never ever wins

And I pray to God every weekend

I fit it in

And I’ve kept you waiting so long

But everything’s gonna be different when I finish this song

And I know myself better than anyone

Who’s to say I’m wrong?

You’re too bright for me, I’m too dumb for you

In the night I see your face in the moon

You’re the one who stands rock-solid in the shifting sands

And I’m a bad, bad man with a place in my heart for you