Good News

All these years of bad news
And make up sex
But I don’t wanna be a switchblade
No, I’m not cut out for this

So let’s call it off
Yeah, it’s time to stop

Now that she’s safe in the ground
And they’ve changed all their locks

And that steady rage
Has slowed its pace
To a dull gentle ache
It was such a waste
Yeah, I lost my place
For those loves that don’t stay

Yeah, I got robbed

Oh, I was lost
Maybe I still am
But back then I thought
I’d need a stranger to take me in

Yeah, I was wrong
Now they’re all gone

Yeah, she’s safe in the ground
And I can live with that now
So I’m changing my locks
To keep the bad news out

Of my calloused veins
Where those simple pains
Have found their place
My holes aren’t filled in
But I’ve accepted them
And my slow decay

So I’ll be better now
I hope, yeah

Yeah, I worked it out
Now that I wrote it down

If there are no homes, then we are all guests
If there are no sins, then there’s no need to confess
If there is no god, then there is no hell
If there is no love, then we’ll just lie to ourselves
If there is no sadness, then there’s nothing left
If there’s only death, then we can make up the rest
And that’s good news
Yeah, that’s good news
Yeah, that’s good news
Yeah, that’s good news