Letra de Good Guy - Bad Luck

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