Good for Me - 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