Good Boys

So you said I was the boy of your dreams

Now it's slowly unraveling

That's right, I am a pile of yarn

On your bedroom floor

Or so it seemed the night before

When you pushed back against the wall

You know good boys resist the call

Good boys, good boys

Good boys, good boys

Good boys, good

You turn around

And I can't resist at all

You hold your head so proud

And I can't resist at all

Say we've got nothing to hide

I'm not afraid of their eyes

All their small minds

And I can't resist at all

Now you got lipstick on my collar

And I've got a lump in my throat

From trying not to speak with a croak, croak

Croak, croak, croak, croak

And I've got bruises on my ribs now

And you've got your blistered toes

You know good boys play along

Good boys, good boys

Good boys, good boys

Good boys, good

You turn around

And I can't resist at all

You hold your head so proud

And I can't resist at all

Say we've got nothing to hide

I'm not afraid of their eyes

All their small minds

And I can't resist at all

I know you're feeling lost

You got your wires crossed

I know you're feeling lost

I believe in you

I know you're feeling lost

I know you're feeling lost

I know you're feeling lost, lost

I know you're feeling lost

You got your wires crossed

I know you're feeling lost

I believe in you

I know you're feeling lost

I know you're feeling lost

I know you're feeling lost, lost

You turn around

And I can't resist at all

You hold your head so proud

And I can't resist at all

Say we've got nothing to hide

I'm not afraid of their eyes

All their small minds

And I can't resist at all

You turn around (Whoa, whoa)

You hold your head so proud (Whoa, whoa)

Say we've got nothing to hide

I'm not afraid of their eyes

All their small minds

And I can't resist at all