Good For Me Lyrics - Aimee Mann

What a waste of a smoke machine 

Took the taste of the dopamine 

And left me high and dry 

Call the cops, call the cavalry 

Spin the tops that'll dazzle me 

And give me a new supply 

There's a layer below, underneath all the layers that I knew 

So I pay when you go but it only convinces me that you are 

Good for me 

Good for 

Just a little bit of what I need 

To soothe an appetite that I can't feed 

Isn't that good for me? 

Accessorizing before the fact 

Alibis couldn't stay intact 

As guilty as a gun 

So you dig, so you move some earth 

Tunnel down out of Leavenworth 

Or set the fuse and run 

Blasting deep underground, getting down to the Continental Shelf 

I'll pretend I'm surprised by the lies that I'm telling to myself 

That you're good for me 

Good for me 

Good for 

Under cover of your rifle fire 

I slipped the traces and I tripped the wire 

Isn't that good for me? 

And in the searchlight I can see 

The rotors kicking up debris 

The cloud, the dust, the blades are me 

Good for me