Lyrics

Maybe it’s not so bad here.
Maybe I’m just pessimistic.
Maybe I fail to see the silver in the clouds
Maybe it’s just so much easier
If I call myself realistic
Instead of admitting I’m afraid to be let down

So here’s to all the good things
They remind me of why I’m still here
Even when I’m caught up in the despair
I am certain that they’re still there

I’m glad to change my tune some
And entertain a new perspective
Even if the feelings are so brief
But when I return to my state of
Being bitter or disappointed
There will always be the good things underneath

So here’s to all the good things
They remind me of why I’m still here
Even when I’m caught up in the despair
I am certain that they’re still there

My faith still ebbs and flows some
And I can’t see the purpose now

So here’s to all the good things
They remind me of why I’m still here
Even when I’m caught up in the despair
I am certain that they’re still there

And I know that I am guilty of
Years of misanthropy
The good things are still obvious to me
And I’ll keep reminding myself each time I see
Misery and pain
That the good things they will never go away