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