Has any song ever captured the misery of loneliness as perfectly as "Good Things"? From the first time I heard the plaintive and poorly-produced guitar notes -- solo ones from Corin; Carrie's more insistent, complementary guitar comes later -- the mopiness of my 17 year old self took attention of something that hardcore couldn't exactly speak to. The crowning grace of the song is how unsophisticated the lyrics are. ("Broken pieces/try to make it good again." Shouldn't it go "try to make it whole again"?) Corin's exhausted at her eternal failures of love; she's sick of trying to express herself elegantly; it's wasted on others anyway; fuck it; listen or turn it off, but she's going to let this out.
"Good Things" has been there for me at my mopiest, my most self-centered, my most miserable, and through my bad luck with love for 14 years. When I get into manic swings, I play it to prepare myself for the inevitable crash of depression. I have the lyrics of the chorus tattooed on my forearms. It was a coping mechanism.
And now I don't need it anymore. In a few hours, I will marry the woman I love. Years from now, when my children are old enough to read, they'll ask me what the strange words on my arms mean, and I'll tell them they explain what the world was like before their mother saved my life.
You know the best part about "Good Things"? It leads right into "I Wanna Be Yr Joey Ramone."