You think Im good well Im soil in a sifter
A stone wont fall through it just keeps getting thicker
Please take this back it has too much salt
I hope theres no trouble its nobodies fault

You think Im good so Im almost done wanting
Im suddenly full this is belonging
Ive had too much fun when will it get taken
I love my secrets Im lucky in making

You think Im good well I want to be gooder
Im warmed by my own wool I lie to the others
Decide where Im from they do what they like
It isnt important it isnt their life