Some Good Things Just Have to Die

I was drunk at the party when my Grandmother had her stroke
She was sitting on her bed
She put her hands to her head
And she pissed herself when she spoke
The next day was Barbara's graduation
I wouldn't miss it for the world
I kept quiet about what had happened
I guess I didn't want to upset my girl
But she saw the sadness on my face
(My Grandmother's crippled grip)
Barbara offered not to go to the party after,
But I wouldn't hear of it

And maybe you could sleep it off
And maybe you could even cry,
But I've been on this earth a while now
And some good things just have to die

The next morning, I drove to Barbara's parents' house
To see how was her night
As soon as she opened the door, my heart hit the floor
I saw another man inside her eyes
She told me it was an accident
"Could we please give it another try?"
But she was going across the sea to the Philippines
And she was going for two months this time
With Barbara gone, I taught guitar
To a girl that had always been
I thought I fell in love through Hell
And I told Barbara it was the end

And maybe you could sleep it off
And maybe you could even cry,
But I've been on this earth a while now
And some good things just have to die

My Grandma felt alone in the nursing home
I visited her one time
She tried to fix her hair as I sat with her there,
But I told her she was looking fine
My Grandfather pretty much lived there
You could find him there day or night
But my Grandma had a paper that said you couldn't feed her
And he watched the dimming in her eyes
I got up to leave her there
In that room that smelled like shit
I told her I'd come back,
But it just hurt too bad
Well, I guess I was a stupid kid

And maybe you could sleep it off
And maybe you could even cry,
But I've been on this earth a while now
And some good things just have to die