Good Things Lyrics

Another night, it’s late and we barely survived

and I always hate the look in your eyes

that says, “I was alive in an earlier time”

So keep the old storybook ending on cue,

it’s too bad we both know the truth

The good things get thrown away, a habit I’m dying to break

You’re not listening, I can’t back it up anyway

We never found our groove, and I know you’re dying to

The sad but the true is the promise I’ll part from you

It’s just what I do

Another long week of swinging and turning the cheek

and looking for light in a room with no heat,

Just a book with a match and a can of gasoline

It’s sad but it’s true, I promise I’m leaving you, it’s just what I do