Good

How can I laugh at a time like this?
I guess my sense of humor’s sick
I inhaled a red balloon
Soon I’ll be over the moon

With every step that I take
I wanna take it all back
Back home is too far away
The devil’s calling my cab
Don’t wanna cause any pain
I’m only making it worse
I gotta get out
And make this better

Tell my mother that I miss her
Tell my father that I tried
Don’t confuse my little sister
Let her sleep on it tonight
With the sticks and stones I’m made of
I swear I tried the best I could
I still wanna be a winner
I want to be good

I want to be good
How did I, how did I end up here?
Hands on the wheel with a gripping fear
Stomach churns, but I have faith
I’m driving to a better place

With every step that I take
I wanna take it all back
Back home is too far away
The devil’s calling my cab
Don’t wanna cause any pain
I’m only making it worse
I gotta get out
And make this better

Tell my mother that I miss her
Tell my father that I tried
Don’t confuse my little sister
Let her sleep on it tonight
With the sticks and stones I’m made of
I swear I tried the best I could
I still wanna be a winner
I want to be good

I want to be good
I want to be good
I want to be good