The Good Parts Songtext
von JP Saxe

The way you turned to me in bed
And the way you said, "Can I have my spot?"
Put your head against my chest, asked me to rub your neck
Put on British Bake Show or some other stupid show we′d watch

My hand on your knee in the passenger seat
On the 101, drivin' just aimlessly
The way you turned to me and said
"Goin′ anywhere with you's okay with me"

So much of us was perfect and it's always what I think about first
How nice it could′ve been if we only lived where our love works

Fossilize my heart
Tryna hold on to the good parts
Memorize you in my arms
Tryna hold on to the good parts

Can we separate the way it ended from the person?
Refuse to take to heart the things we said when we were hurtin′
I still think we mostly are
The good parts


The way you'd make up silly names for me
I hated, but you′d call me all the time
The way you fell asleep beside me in a hospital recliner
On the evenin' my appendix chose to die
In any kind of crisis, it′s impossible I wouldn't run to you
We almost prophesized it on the day we met like we already knew

Fossilize my heart
Tryna hold on to the good parts
Memorize you in my arms
Tryna hold on to the good parts

Can we separate the way it ended from the person?
Refuse to take to heart the things we said when we were hurtin′
I still think we mostly are
The good parts

So much of us was perfect and it's always what I think about first
How nice it could've been if we only lived where our love works

Fossilize my heart
Tryna hold on to the good parts
Memorize you in my arms
Tryna hold on to the good parts

Can we separate the way it ended from the person?
Refuse to take to heart the things we said when we were hurtin′
I still think we mostly are
The good parts