Texty: Skunk Anansie. Good Things Don't Always Come To You.

Though you're lost in me, you have to see, when things, ain't right,
funny memories, won't fill this need, when things, ain't right.
safe mistakes, I have made, get burnt up inside my head,
fatal sees, but never believes, the love that it saved wants death.
Friends die hard, but lovers conceive.
The vibe that they hold will please, smothered by, sexual needs,
the fade as the days go by.
Some things, don't go as you want them to,
good things, they don't always come to you