Good Taste

Instrumental Intro

Verse 1

I told my friends that you were different

God I wouldn't let that woman speak

Spent forty minutes on your birthday

Picking out a gift you wouldn't keep

You called me pretty I got nervous

Like you'd just said something profound

My best friend asked what I saw in you

I said you had to be there

She said I was there

Pre-Chorus 1

I used to think that wanting me

Was proof that you were worth the wait

Now I look back at who I liked

And question my entire taste

Chorus 1

I swear I've got good taste now

Or at least that's what I'm telling everyone

I used to call it having standards

If you texted me before one

I thought a guy with half a plan

Was somehow playing it cool

God I used to think you were a catch

Guess I was one too

Post-Chorus

Guess I was one too

(Guess I was one too)

Guess I was one too

Verse 2

I used to love a guy with problems

Like I was getting some exclusive deal

I'd hear a story about his ex

And think wow he's comfortable being real

He'd cancel plans I'd make excuses

He'd say he was bad at this whole thing

And I'd go home and tell my roommate

He just needs someone who understands him

She said girl that someone isn't you

Pre-Chorus 2

I used to think that being chosen

Meant I must be doing something right

Now if I have to sell you on me

I'd rather stay home Friday night

Chorus 2

I swear I've got good taste now

I've got a list and everything

Must be funny to the people

Who watched me fall for anything

A little charm a decent haircut

One good joke and I was sold

God I used to think you were a catch

I was twenty-two years old

Post-Chorus

I was twenty-two years old

(Twenty-two years old)

I was twenty-two years old

Bridge

Maybe I was bored maybe I was lonely

Maybe he was cute and I was Stupid

Maybe I just liked the idea

Of being the girl who could fix him

Anyway I'm doing better

That's what all my friends agree

Though last week I liked a guy

Who said his biggest flaw was honesty

Final Chorus

I swear I've got good taste now

Well I'm at least a little more selective

I can spot a bad idea

Before I get too invested

I want a man who knows what he wants

And doesn't make it my job to decide

God I used to think you were a catch

Thank God I have better eyes

Outro

I've got good taste now

That's what I tell myself

I've got good taste now

Don't ask my friends

They remember everything