Having too much of a good thing never crossed my mind. When I saw you on a bus ride, you were coming back to hide.
You were honest. You were bright. You were right.
Wasting too much of a good thing, I couldn't stand your eyes. When I left you with your tears out, you were standing in a light.
You were honest. You were bright. You were right.
It's time to make this right, this thing that I have steered
