Good Thing

There are no words I have to say

In this moment

You're asking me if I'm okay

But I need time to process

All these things that make me lose my focus

And all these parts of me I had not noticed

Before you came

Before you came

I know you think I'm being cold

But I can't bear to look at you today

'Cause every single time I do, I fear

It might be the last time that you'll

See me this way

Way

Way

But I guess that's how we learn

By setting fire to things that bring us life

Before we've got to watch them burn

And so I'll say, "Goodbye"

'Cause I'd rather kill a good thing

Than wait for it to die

Die

Die

So draw your lines upon my skin

For the very final time

And I will color all them in

And retrace them until I

Can't remember what it feels like

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