Portions for Foxes

There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
And the touchin' 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
But just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the lonliness leads to bad dreams
And the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
And I call you and say
Come here!

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm 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

There's a pretty young thing in front of you
And she's real pretty, and she's real into you
And then she's sleepin' beside you...

And the talking leads to touching
And the 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

by Jenny Lewis of Rilo Kiley