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 (good!)

I want to be good (good!)

I want to be good (good!)

I want to be good (good!)