Syrup: Four types of women.
“Bad started off with the lyrics, ‘You became the reason I breathe, only to suffocate me.’ When I look back, it was the people I cared about most deeply that ended up hurting me most. Makes me wonder, though. Is it because they gave me greater scars? Or did I inflict the pain upon myself by naively expecting that they, of all people, wouldn’t ever be bad to me? These are the thoughts that birthed the song.”