Good Lyrics

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