The Good Times Are Killing Me

You never had it easier
You never had it easier than this
Still there’s nothing pleasing you
Climb into your bed with your box of tricks
This one feels good
'til it doesn’t
Are you tired of the good times
It’s like everything just happened at once
Wait for the low tide
What if everything that matters is wrong
Stranger things have happened
I call you when we’re not
This one
Is for all the boys back home
This one
Is for all the girls back home
The thickest.
And I was thougt I’d be back home
And the thickest.
And I was happy again