Good

I could've been a better son
I wish I weren't the only one
Too busy having fun
Pull the trigger, baby
You got a gun

Is this paradise or the Paris?
Or just a common courtesy?
To give you every piece of me
For a little bit of sympathy

I guess bad me, bad news
Drink it down
Home caught up with you
Never thought you'd have the nerve
Fuck the future, fuck what you heard

Go to L.A., try this all again
Fall in love, forget all my friends
Always knew I'd end up in the west
With a broken heart, hard to impress

Should'vе known you'd crawl right back to him
Going through the motions
I trusted you baby
Thought your love would savе me

Never got an answer
Dodged a bullet like a dancer
Little did I know
Your true colors would finally show