Good Things (intro) Songtext
von Pi Jacobs

You don′t look back when you go to fly the coop
An old guitar and a New York City room
Sidewalk open mic in my damn pajamas
I can do no wrong, I got a phentermine hammer
I'm in love with these freaks
I thought I had arrived
Surprise Surprise
Good Things
Yeah Yeah
Still Happen
Yeah Yeah
The good news baby is you don′t got cancer
A three percent chance that you're gonna meet your maker
Once a month you take a cab to St. Lukes
A needle go drip you sorta feel like you
It's a autoimmune thing
So don′t bleed out tonight
Surprise Surprise
Good Things
Yeah Yeah


Still Happen
Yeah Yeah
Even for you
So I quit having any expectations
Saves me from those painful explanations
Took my dreams, chuck em in the ocean
Current come around, you never know what′ll come up
Noone's more surprised than me
I thought I′d said good night
Surprise Surprise
Good Things
Yeah Yeah
Still Happen
Yeah Yeah
Even for you
Even for you
Good Things
Yeah Yeah
Still Happen
Yeah Yeah