Good Boys

So you said I was the boy of your dreams
But 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 me back
Agaisnt the wall
You know good boys resist the call
Good boys
Good boys
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’ve got lipstick on my collar
And I’ve got a lump in my throat
From trying not to speak with a croak
And I’ve got bruises on my ribs now
And you’ve got blistered toes
You know good boys play along
Good boys
Good boys
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
But you turn around
And I can’t resist at all