Braced in, it's tangled up in wires
Born a star at the top of the tree
Muffled up riffs covered by the sweaty palms
Of the boys who count offbeat
Sweat marks are all across the table
Mopheads are jumbled in the scene
Elbows get caught in my ribcage
I can't breathe, no I can't breathe
Too good to be
Too good to be
Too good to be
Too good to be
Everybody is always so angry
Three band-aids on one chin
Tripping over all the cracks in the sidewalk
Bleeding out on your friends' moms carpet
At the end you get too dizzy
All the witches fall to the floor
Tangled up, now everyone tired
Even though they all want some more
Too good to be
Too good to be
Too good to be