Ain't had the best luck
When it comes to knowin'
What I need and I want
But I know I'm goin'
Right back to what's poisonous to me
Yeah, I hate the way it burns
But it still tastes like home to me, but
Might mess around, accept what I couldn't change
Cut myself slack for not acting my age
Revenge too sweet, your name six deep
Red flags out, you're a matador
I'm the bull in the metaphor
I'm the bull in the metaphor
I'm the bull in the metaphor
Had a first date, went great
But it's lackin' somethin'
She texed back too fast
Isn't trauma dumping
Her parents been together all her life
And if I get my shit together
Might see where she's at tonight, so
Might mess around, accept what I couldn't change
Cut myself slack for not acting my age
Revenge too sweet, your name six deep
Red flags out, you're a matador
I'm the bull in the metaphor
I'm the bull in the metaphor
One, two; one, two, three, four
Might mess around, accept what I couldn't change
Cut myself slack for not acting my age
Revenge too sweet, your name six deep
Red flags out, you're a matador
I'm the bull in the metaphor
Oh, I'm the bull in the metaphor
I'm the bull in the metaphor
