[Verse] My... I oughta take a, deep breath, cuz I got, blood on my lips and, no fucks left to give. (Too good.) (Too good.) [Verse] Slicked back tight, not a strand outta place snatched for a maybe, forty minutes pace. Woah, that ain't early that's desperate, babe. [Pre-Chorus] Do you know what it means to choose your own ending first? To face your own heart and demand, smile, smile! we're done (we're done.) No more maybes, no more pacing, no more dressing up for flakers. I don't need nobody. I don't need nobody. No more. [Chorus] Stood up? Don't know her. Too good, too good. Alone? By choice, babe. Too good, too good. Cry? With this face? Too good, too good. too good to be hurt. [Verse] Booked the table for two and I showed up as one, posted pretty for a picture that he never gon' run (ew) Server askin' "is he comin'?" don't. He don't. (don't) Never watched a minute, never counted, not one (forty) Left the seat colder than the way he left it, kid tipped, dipped, lipstick print sittin' on the lid (mwah) Gloss don't smudge and the gloss don't move, waterproof on standby, but I got nothin' to prove (nuh-uh) Now my mind's doin' numbers while he's out here doin' none, checkout beepin' like a chorus, watch me buy Gummies, soda pops, sugar on the run, sleepover for one call it sad, I call it fun (shh... but still) So don't do the face, the soft eyes, the "aww" (don't) Pity's for the pitiful, and I'm not, not at all I'm glowin', I'm winnin', I'm literally [Pre-Chorus] I don't- I don't- I d-d-don't- need- need- need- no- nobody- no body- no more- no m- no~ Ugh! Why is this thing broken?! No-no! No-no-no! OH COME ON! [Chorus] Stood up? D-d-don't know her~ (who?) Too good, too good (too-too) Alone? By choice, babe~ (...but still) Too good, t-t-too much- GOOD. Too good. (huh?) Cry? With this f-f-face? (waterproof) Too good, too good - too good to be h- h- h- h- Too good to be hurt. Too good to be hurt. [Break] Why doesn't nobody notice me? [Bridge] Show's over. The flat don't clap. Elastic out, hair down funny, how the loosening is where it aches. Same mirror, less light. Two mugs in the cupboard, Can't recall when I last checked if they're still clean. Still forty early. Still pacing. Different doors, same maybe. Add it up and the sum stays wrong. I counted. That's my job. Too good, we said. Say it slower. Too good. To be hurt. Who taught us that law? [Pre-Chorus] Did we know what it meant, choosing every ending first? Don't need nobody say it slow. Count the negatives. Don't. Need. Nobody. Don't. Need. Nobody. No more. [Chorus] Stood up? Oh we know her. Too good? Too good? Alone? Whose choice, then? Too good? Too good? Cry? Ask the waterproof. Too good... too good... too good to be hurt. or too hurt to be good? [Drill] Slicked it back tight so nobody could tell (nobody) booked it for two so the table could tell (nobody) counted the forty, called it early, called it well, built a whole house out of "I'm fine" and I sell, sold out, show's done, lights up on the hall, mirror mirror on the wall and there's nobody at all gloss in the drawer, mugs on the shelf, forty minutes early to a room with myself. So say it slower. Say it soft. Say it 'til the "don't" falls off... Don't need nobody. Don't need nobody. Need nobody. Why doesn't nobody notice... me?
