First few words, carpet burns, rebellion from the folks
First few steps and arguments, you run away from home
Television, skepticism of the one percent
Tunnel-visioned, passion-led indictments of the rest
Surprise diagnosis; had they caught it soon instead
My Dad might've kept a little hair up on his head
It comes so quick and heavy that you won't know what to do
Good or bad, everything comes true
Summer days, heavy heat, weekends that don't last
And all those girls you'd love to meet will come and go so fast
Most lovers know to leave you when the weather gets too rough
As summers turn to winters when you think you've had enough
Pessimism, aneurysm, overwhelming guilt
God imposes sanctions on the people he won't kill
And takes the strength of everyone you've ever looked up to
Good or bad, everything comes true
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A pregnancy unwanted is not a blessing in disguise
But the lawman does not give you any choice if not to try
So you grow your silver lining to a good man of his own
To be humble, righteous, horrified by all he can't control
It's all a mess, his happiness are lines out on the road
He blows right through those little towns that lead him by the nose
And goes white as a ghost every time he's feeling blue
Good or bad, everything seems true
It comes so quick and heavy that I just don't know what to do
Good or bad, everything comes true