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