One of the Good Ones

I see you've changed
You've grown to be beautiful
Should I feel ashamed?
Wasn't there for the Crucible

But people grow and move
For better or for worse
And they'll ask if this song
Is heartfelt or perverse
And I'll say, it's my way
Of portraying my Sundays in verse

She's one of the good ones
I see by the way that she dresses
She calmly makes nothing
Of all my distresses
She's a pretty one in a better way
One day I'll have better words to say

I know the danger
I have been down this road
Believe I'm naive
But my eyes shall behold

And beauty is before them
With cloudyness behind
They'll ask if this song
Is about something on my mind
Joy is in the clouds behind my eyes
And I'm on cloud nine

She's one of the good ones
I see by the way that she dresses
She calmly makes nothing
Of all my distresses
She's a pretty one in a better way
One day I'll have better words to say

The next words come easy
The next words they don't come easy to me
I stay quiet on weekdays, by Sunday
The words don't come easy to me
The next words come easy...

She's one of the good ones
I see by the way that she dresses
She calmly makes nothing
Of all my distresses
She's a pretty one in a better way
One day I'll have better words to say