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 Because 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 colour all them in And retrace them until I Can't remember what it feels like Like (Like) (Like)