Brodie Good Guy-bad Luck Lyrics

Good Guy-bad Luck Lyrics

I remember growing up, and I



Can't forget throwing up



That Friday night



I drank everything in site, and







I remember sneaking out, and how



My mom was freaking out



When I got home



She had the police on the phone







Why do I always insist on



Making these dumb mistakes



I guess I'm just a good guy with bad:







I remember skipping class, and I



Can't forget that car crash



I didn't get far



I hit the principals new car, and







I remember her Dad's place, and I



Can't forget her Dad's face



When he opened the door



And caught us on her bedroom floor







Why do I always insist on



Making these dumb mistakes



Maybe it's just part of growing up







I'd like to think I'll learn my lesson



How many times does it take



I guess I'm just a good guy with bad luck







I'm just a good guy with bad luck



I'm always screwing up



This time I'm really fucked



I'm just a good guy with bad luck