[Verse 1] There’s a maybe from the past reaching out from the west coast says he’ll be here for the weekend then it’s Monday, not a word Just another little almost another boy cosplaying as a man nothing to write home about nothing to understand [Verse 2] No one says hello no one walks you home they want temporary closeness then leave you all alone Can’t picture them as fathers freaking out under pressure making life feel harder then they'd wonder why you leave I’m tired of muting boys tired of deleting texts exhausted making endings out of things that never began [Chorus] Where did the good ones go? I used to know a few Maybe they’re all taken Maybe I had them too soon The kind who make it easy who don’t just disappear don’t make you wonder if you're wanted here Where did the good ones go? The kind who show up who make it obvious you weren’t asking for enough [Verse 3] Sometimes I meet a good man in the wild and I remember they exist asking me real questions really wanting the answers Then I catch the golden band or watch him look at him and I’m happy for somebody but it leaves me where I am Maybe that’s why lately the girls are putting movies on falling for made-up men making the real ones look so wrong [Chorus] Where did the good ones go? I used to know a few Maybe they’re all taken Maybe I had them too soon The kind who make it easy who don’t just disappear don’t make you wonder if you're wanted here Where did the good ones go? The kind who show up who make it obvious you weren’t asking for enough [Bridge] I know they exist the kind who make life easier not another thing to fix Men who don’t make loving them feel like something to survive If I can’t find him out there I’ll find him on the screen he looks at her and says what he means [Final Chorus] Where are the good men? The kind who make the plans who hold the door and walk you home The kind who make it easy who don’t just disappear don’t make you wonder if you're wanted here Where are the good men? The kind I used to know the kind they write in movies the kind I wish were real Where did the good ones go? I used to know a few Maybe they’re all taken Maybe I had them too soon [Outro] Nothing to write home about nothing left to understand if the good man’s only written at least he’s written like a man
