Good Thing
I drove past your house last night
Didn't mean to, it's a sobering sight
Reminds me of a time long past
Before I broke apart what we had
I wouldn't know a good thing
If it was right in front of me
But I always seem to know enough to push it away
I just wish I knew, I just wish I knew better
Than to think that I deserve, I deserve better
I just can't help myself
I always fuck up a good thing
I feel like there's more to say
Would you listen or is it too late?
I guess hindsight is always 20/20
But should've known it'd fail eventually
I wouldn't know a good thing
If it was right in front of me
But I always seem to know enough to push it away
I just wish I knew, I just wish I knew better
Than to think that I deserve, I deserve better
I just can't help myself
I always fuck up a good thing
I guess I don't have room to complain
A suburban kid with a lot to his name
A house, a family, a comfortable life
But that hasn't helped the guilt inside
I guess I don't have room to complain
A suburban kid with a lot to his name
A house, a family, a comfortable life
But that hasn't helped the voices stop
Didn't mean to, it's a sobering sight
Reminds me of a time long past
Before I broke apart what we had
I wouldn't know a good thing
If it was right in front of me
But I always seem to know enough to push it away
I just wish I knew, I just wish I knew better
Than to think that I deserve, I deserve better
I just can't help myself
I always fuck up a good thing
I feel like there's more to say
Would you listen or is it too late?
I guess hindsight is always 20/20
But should've known it'd fail eventually
I wouldn't know a good thing
If it was right in front of me
But I always seem to know enough to push it away
I just wish I knew, I just wish I knew better
Than to think that I deserve, I deserve better
I just can't help myself
I always fuck up a good thing
I guess I don't have room to complain
A suburban kid with a lot to his name
A house, a family, a comfortable life
But that hasn't helped the guilt inside
I guess I don't have room to complain
A suburban kid with a lot to his name
A house, a family, a comfortable life
But that hasn't helped the voices stop
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Writer(s): Nicholas Vitacco
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