Bad Love

{"lyrics":"[intro]\n(mm) ah-ah, heyi ya\n(la-la) uh-uh\n\n[verse]\nYour cigarette laugh, lipstick on the cup\nYou say \"stay\" like it's a dare; I can't get up\nTrailer of your voice on my sleep, rewind (rewind)\nYou leave the door unlocked, then close my mind\nThe rules we broke turn sticky like jam\nYou wear my name like a bruise on your hand\nI know the mess, I know the scar, I know the thrill (I know)\nBut every time you smile I bend the will (bend the will)\n\n[pre-chorus]\nI try to walk away, I try (try), I try (try)\nBut your pull's a trick, a crooked lullaby (uh)\nI see the signs but-I-follow, I follow (follow)\nDanger tastes like you, sweet and hollow (hollow)\n\n[chorus]\nBad love, bad love, bad love (oh-oh) — you and I (you and I)\nBad love, bad love, bad love (ah) — till morning light (till morning light)\nBad, bad, ba-ba-bad, bad love (oh) — can't quit the fight\nBad love, bad love, bad love (oh-oh) — one more night (one more night)\nBad love, bad love, bad love (oh-oh) — you and I (you and I)\n\n[verse]\nYou text me like a dare, three words then gone\n\"Don't call me,\" you type, \"but don't leave me alone\"\nWe keep receipts of all the times we fell\nTrading apologies for rings of hell\nYour jacket on my floor, a map I can't erase\nWe move in crooked steps, a dangerous grace\nI chase your shadow like a moth to flame (to flame)\nI know the burn, I know the game (I know)\n\n[pre-chorus]\nI tell myself goodbye, I say it soft (soft)\nBut your name is a compass that points me off (off)\nI like the fall, I like the bruise (uh-huh)\nI like the way you lose me, then come back to use\n\n[chorus]\nBad love, bad love, bad love (oh-oh) — you and I (you and I)\nBad love, bad love, bad love (ah) — till morning light (till morning light)\nBad, bad, ba-ba-bad, bad love (oh) — can't quit the fight\nBad love, bad love, bad love (oh-oh) — one more night (one more night)\nBad love, bad love, bad love (oh-oh) — you and I (you and I)\n\n[break]\n\n[verse]\n(rap)\nSkrrt, yeah, yuh\nI slide in when the lights go thin, slim chance, thick sin\nCount the losses like it's rent, pay the price, then grin\nYou move like a hazard sign, red and white, stop now (stop now)\nBut I'm the car that keeps on running past the stop sign, wow\nThorns on the roses, crown on the chaos, claim the crown (ayy)\nYou murmur like a rumor, loudest quiet in the town\nDouble-edged promise, blade in a velvet glove\nI keep dialing the number just to fall back in love\nAddicted to the hiss, the crash, the aftertaste (aftertaste)\nClock hands on my spine, all the minutes you could waste (waste)\nWe break etiquette and plates — we dine on wrong (wrong)\nToast to the trouble, sing our siren song (song)\nI write your name in margins where the ink bleeds (bleeds)\nI sign my vows in busted rhymes and reckless deeds\nCall