I pack my suitcase and book a one-way home. 
This time I stayed too long; I’d forgotten how to go.
I always seem to give my love for so much less than what I deserve. 
I let someone else try to fill me up with a little more than good enough,
But pretty smiles in picture frames are clever ways to hide the pain, when all the while I dim the light inside.  

And as I pack my bag, I say goodbye.
I look around just one more time. 
I remember when this used to be 
the good life, the good life.

I’ll leave the parts of me behind that 
killed the joy and hid the shine. 
These things will never help me find 
the good life, the good life. 

V2
It’s been a year now and I’m living on my own.  
I found another - he’s a boy I used to know.

He makes me smile, I must confess, but is this thing called happiness?
‘Cause fairytales and happy endings look a lot like just pretending
When all The while I dim the light inside.

And so it’s day by day, and we take it slow, He understands my survival mode. I’m still not there but I’m getting close to 
The good life, the good life....

I figured I had to love myself before I share my love with someone else. 
I took my bag down from the shelf and looked inside 
Lookin’ for the good life..... 
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Bridge

I decided to unload
These painful things from long ago
That cling to me like winter clothes
That I’d outgrown.....
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So this one stuck around, for years to come. 
And finally gave me what I deserved.
Some might call it a lesson learned in the good life, the good life. 

Now my bag’s unpacked; and I let him know,  
There’s no part of me I’m scared to show
This familiar feeling from long ago
Called the good life, the good life.

Oooooooooooh
Oooooooooooh