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
