Good Things Lyrics

How the other sleeps under the covers like a puzzle fits tight

On those Sunday nights when I'd play with your hair to pass the time

And I'll scratch up your back while I hold you even with your height

You knew me a short time, It felt like you knew my whole life

Think back endless times when I'd fake it to prove that we're fine

When you'd litter words, about how you don't deserve to be mine

And I'd light your fire, fuel your brain to convince that you do

I accept worser things than the good things that I offered you

I accept worser things than the good things that I offered you

I accept worser things than the good things that I offered you

And you never meant wrong, how could you?

Cause you're the victim too