Missin’ Out

In the summer
We had a thousand little things that kept us
Blind and ignorant of all the tiny little stings

And in the winter
Those stings came out due to the cold
And love was getting old you never told me how you really felt

We keep missin' out on the good things
We keep blocking out every good thing
But you, you, didn't want any of that
Good, good, what is good

Oh the springtime
When skies were never grey but we were full of
Colored words and pretty places kept the dark at bay

Fall our hearts
They fell apart like leaves from branches in a strong wind
The same wind that seems to tear us apart

We keep missin' out on the good things
You keep blocking out every good thing
But you, you, didn't want any of that
Good, good, what is good

Well I know you're trying to help and maybe see the light...
And you know I would give anything to make us be alright

We keep missin' out on the good things
You keep blocking out every good thing
Cause you, you, didn't want any of that
Good, good, what is good

I keep missin' out on the good things
You keep blocking out every good thing
But you, you, didn't want any of that
Good, good, what is good