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the good ones
03:47
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feeling him twist his legs up in mine
hearing him speak and he's so kind
cuts into me like a plastic knife on a picnic
where you both just stick around
and the sunset lasts the whole night long
but even the good ones can go wrong
even the good ones can go wrong
and at the time i write this song
i'm sitting on a good night
with a really really good guy
and i think that we could really get along
he's one of the good ones
he's one of the good ones
sometimes i see it in their eyes
i know they like me but they just make up their minds
that's when i tell myself to savor every moment
i tell myself be strong
just write this down, you'll have him in a song
cause even the good ones can go wrong
even the good ones can go wrong
and at the time i write this song
i'm sitting on a good night
with a really really good guy
and in his arms i feel like i belong
he's one of the good ones
he's one of the good ones
now i'm giving him my mother's kale soup recipe
hoping that he'll ask for the rest of me
now we're kissing in my kitchen
now i'm on the roof with an ambient musician
now i'm in a green room considering vegetarianism
cause i like him
feeling his legs wrapped up in mine
making his bed the one last time
shaking my head because
this life's made up of magic
but this one got me sad
and i hope that i'll be touched again like that
by one of the good ones
by one of the good ones
by one of the good ones
by one of the good ones
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what i'd do
04:50
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the absolute delusion
that I'd run into you
in a city of eight million
eight million-one, eight million-two
I know that I'm distracted
oh my poor friends
I joke, I say I'm looking for a husband
and so they pitch in
pointing out anyone who's over six-foot-one
I've got some good friends
I'm like a child
looking for the moon on a new moon
I wanna see myself reflected off of you
I'm like a child,
believing that a wish could come true
but if you came back to me,
I don't know what I'd do
I wake up in the mornings
to whispers from the sun
she tells me to ignore the ghost of your hands
she says I'm bored, she says it's done
it's getting to be heavy, all this dreaming
but it keeps me where I am -
wrapped up inside my bedsheets
without worry
without a clue
without a plan
I'm like a child
looking for the moon on a new moon
I wanna see myself reflected off of you
I'm like a child,
believing that a wish could come true
but if you came back to me,
I don't know what I'd do
the moment I first saw you,
I knew how this would end
I told myself that heartache
would be better than a friend
I'm like a child
looking for the moon on a new moon
I wanna see myself reflected off of you
I'm like a child,
believing that a wish could come true
but if you came back to me,
I don't know what I'd do...
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old glove
04:03
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Patrick, when we played catch
in November in the cemetery
I think that you broke my finger
'cause it's March and it still hurts
and my guitar playing's getting worse
it was a hell of a throw, so you don't
have to say you're sorry
I got my baseball glove from my babysitter
she's what my mom called a wild child
making fires microwaving s'mores
she said my eyes looked like Mandy Moore's
and late at night she'd let her boyfriend in
they'd make out on my kitchen counter
it was an old glove, it was a new love
now I can't even hold a coffee cup
in my left hand
without thinking about you
it was an old glove, it was a new love
now I can't even hold a coffee cup
without thinking about how much I wanted
to catch what you threw
I'm not in shock, I just feel apathetic
I might need a doctor someday
but I know what she's gonna say -
take it slow, wait another day
elevate it til a date goes well
then you kiss it better
yeah, you kiss it better
it was an old glove, it was a new love
now I can't even hold a coffee cup
in my left hand
without thinking about you
it was an old glove, it was a new love
now I can't even hold a coffee cup
without thinking about how much I wanted
to catch what you threw
it was a fast ball, it was a close call
I should be happy that i can even feel at all
in my left hand
when I'm thinking about you
it was an old glove, it was new love
I should be happy that I can even feel at all
when I'm thinking about how much I wanted
to catch what you threw
~~~
it was an old glove, it was a new love
now I can't even hold a coffee cup
in my left hand
without thinking about you
it was a fast ball, it was a close call
I should be happy that I can even feel at all
when I'm thinking about how much I wanted
to catch what you threw
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anna yukevich Brooklyn, New York
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