Good Things

I see your face is in that magazine again

You're looking the same as you did then

All dressed up and ready to rate

I'd like to be there but it's too late

All the good things have gone away

There's no place that I need to be seen again

I sometimes feel I've no value today

I've packed up my bags and I've taken my toys away

Invisible person with nothing to say

All the good things have gone away

I lay in bed hoping I can dream again

Revisiting days so I can come clean with them

Too many egos fighting with hate

Not enough heroes accepting their fate

All the good things have gone away

I didn't need them anyway

All the good things have gone away