Good Girl

When I was a young girl,
I gave my whole heart to the highest
Punished myself when I went astray
Begged to be molded back into place
Then I came into the real world
And I never struggled with loneliness,
It was just impossible to break my habits
Chorus:
Shout out to your model American
Tried so hard to be not fucked up
Played by the rules like it mattered
Now I don’t even know what’s right
If I could be born again,
Give me a god that’s been just made up
Say that he gives a decision
So I don’t have to be the good girl
Verse 2:
As I’m lookin' back on my life,
I see I always tried to fake some edge
As if my black make-up could cover up
The cleanest parts of my conscience
I always stayed away from guilt
Or anything that could provide it,
Couldn’t live with the chance of being convicted
(Chorus)
Bridge:
The good girl, always the good girl,
What will it take to make me break? (x2)
(Chorus)