You Look Good Like That

Everybody's got a little thing or two
Buried deep inside like a cursed jewel
Knock your balance off, rattle in the cage
There goes my sweetheart with a road rage

So many colors to your misery
I think it's time to share an epiphany
The very things that you hate the most
Are the ones that I don't

I think you look good like that
With your hair pulled back
On your first cigarette
Like the day we met
I think you look good that way
In your jet-black shades
Still a true suffragette
Like the day we met

I'm the same as you, I got a scar or three
Covered up no doubt and I can guarantee
It's all a state of mind that gets you guessin'
Maybe they're just perfect imperfections

So many colors to your misery
I think it's time to share an epiphany
The very things that you hate the most
Are the ones that I don't

I think you look good like that
With your hair pulled back
On your first cigarette
Like the day we met
I think you look good that way
In your jet-black shades
Still a true suffragette
Like the day we met

So, what you think?
I'll just wait here by the door
Don't know the answers to the questions you look for
There ain't a book, there ain't a remedy or cure
To make the changin'
And get the fixin' done

I think you look good like that
With your hair pulled back
On your first cigarette
Like the day we met
I think you look good that way
In your jet-black shades
Still a true suffragette
Like the day we met