Curve (Good Grief)
Oliver Wilde
[Verse 1]
I listen slow and able
Keel softly from the start
Memorized your misfortune
To save for another time
[Chorus]
You can’t admit you’re happy
Maybe you shouldn’t be
Leave, as you wanted to be
Good Grief and blind honesty
[Verse 2]
Misery loves your company
So tread out here with me
I wish I had the judgment
To make it and have one made
So we’re working out our stitches
From running into the ground
I drive these thoughts straight back
To the back of my line
I do it all the time
And I’ll do it again
But you wouldn’t know