Good Stuff

I don't know how to hate you

I don't know how to try

I Don't know how to blame you

So I'll make the blame all mine

The conversations in these walls

They only have one side I know

And all of them make you special

All of them make you kind

Wish that I could see you as the bad guy

When the tears are blurring up my eyes

All the rest of us

Always comes back up

When I think of ya

It's the good stuff

It's the good stuff

Maybe I was a taxi

Driving with the bright light on

Big brown eyes that would invite

You in to do me wrong

I wish I couldn't see your flesh and bones

Wish I didn't see your family home

Cuz all of it makes you human

And that only makes it worse

It's the only way I fall asleep

Pretending you were always good for me

All the rest of us

Always comes back up

When I think of ya

It's the good stuff

It's the good stuff

I don't know how to hate you

I don't know how to try

I Don't know how to blame you

So I guess the blames all mine