Good & Ready

When we sit on the train

And my hands touch your face

You say, "Baby, I hate that mess

And there's dirt under your nail beds"

I was born digging myself out

And I think that you get now

That I'll clean up my act

Once I'm softer and intact

Once I'm good and ready

Good and ready, good and ready

Good and ready

Good and ready, good and ready

I turned red under the streetlight

Ran across, didn't think twice

You said, "Some things are worth the wait

What if there's a high-speed chase?"

Then we drink 'til our mind's clear

Spilled on me all of your fears

I'll clean up the stains, I'll be right there

Once I'm good and ready

Good and ready, good and ready

Good and ready

Good and ready, good and ready