I got a boy back home in Michigan And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissin' him So I told him that I never really liked his friends Now he's gone and he's callin' me a bitch again There's a guy that lives in the Garden State And he told me that we'd make it till we graduate So I told him that the music would be worth the wait But he wants me in the kitchen when the dinner's plate I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we're meant to be But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me Look, I don't mean to frustrate But I always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes, cause I'm bad at love But you can't blame me for tryin' You know I'd be lyin' sayin' Go with the wind That could finally fix me Lookin' at my history I'm bad at love Bad at love Bad at love Bad at love Bad at love Bad at love Bad at love Bad at love Bad at love I got a girl with California eyes And I thought that she could really be the one this time But I never got the chance to make her mine Because she fell in love with little thin white lines London girl with her attitude We never told no one but we look so cute Both got way better things to do But I always think about her when I'm riding through I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe That I'm in too deep Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy Get the best in me Look, I don't mean to frustrate But I always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes, cause I'm bad at love But you can't blame me for trying You know I'll be lying Saying you're the one That could finally fix me Looking at my history I'm bad at love