I'm Too Good

I'm too good, I'm just great

You can't touch me, not that way

In your visions, on your screen

Pull your hair out over me, yeah

I am the greatest at what I do

At least I can pretend that that is true, I

Can say anything that I want to

It would be cool to be in a coma

Or move away to Oklahoma

To be asleep with no disturbance

I don't have secrets, I'm so clean

But that don't mean that you should trust me

I'm your angel, I'm a peach

But where you're looking, you won't find me

I want to hurt myself, I want to leave

'Cause everybody wants to slaughter me, and

I just can't focus enough to understand

I am the greatest at what I do

At least I can pretend until my life is through, oh

I'm going straight to hell anyway