Good Find

Sitting in the back

Little bit scratched

Little bit worn down

Past my prime

Thought my time

Had all but run out

And who would ever want to pick me up and take me home

I’d seen too much

I thought love

Didn’t get a second chance

And nobody

Would ever want me

If I was second hand

And who would ever want something someone else let go

And you showed up just like that

Looked passed my past

Cause yours looked a lot like mine

You saw a new start

With this thrift store heart

Thought I was good find

You look at me

Like you can see

Through what I’ve been through

You don’t mind

These scars of mine

To you I’m good as new

You see me from a different point of view

I was something someone else let go

But you still picked me up and took me home