All the Good Ones Are Gone

(Verse 1)
Another Friday night alone, scrolling through the noise,
Everyone’s in somebody’s arms except this tired boy.
Friends keep saying “Man, just try, there’s someone made for you,”
But every time I take a shot, it just falls right through.
I’m starting to feel invisible, like my heart’s out of style,
Like wanting love instead of games makes me the weird one by a mile.

(Pre-Chorus)
And I know they mean well when they tell me to hold on…
But it’s hard to keep believing when every chance is gone.

(Chorus)
’Cause all the good ones are taken, or at least that’s how it seems,
And I’m stuck in the middle of these shattered little dreams.
Everyone wants a hookup, no one wants to stay,
Feels like love’s gone missing somewhere along the way.
I’m trying so damn hard, but I’m tired of holding on…
Yeah, I’m starting to think all the good ones are gone.

(Verse 2)
I’ve heard “love finds you” more times than I can count,
But maybe love got lost on the long way ’round.
I’m just a guy with steady hands, a loyal, honest heart,
But it’s like that kind of thing don’t matter in this world that fell apart.
I see all my friends get married, settling into something real,
And I’m still out here wandering with nothing left to feel.

(Pre-Chorus)
And I know I should keep trying, but I’m getting way too tired…
It’s hard to chase a future when your past just feels rewired.

(Chorus)
’Cause all the good ones are taken, or at least that’s how it seems,
And I’m stuck in the middle of these half-forgotten dreams.
Everyone wants a moment, no one wants a plan,
Feels like no one’s looking for a home inside a man.
I’ve been holding out for something, but maybe hope was wrong…
Yeah, I’m starting to think all the good ones are gone.

(Bridge)
Maybe someday I’ll look back and laugh at all this pain,
Maybe she’s out there somewhere feeling exactly the same.
But tonight I’m tired of searching, tired of being strong,
Tired of pretending I’m okay when everything feels wrong.

(Final Chorus)
’Cause all the good ones are taken, and I’m running out of fight,
Just a worn-out dreamer staring down another night.
Everybody keeps saying “She’s out there, just hold tight,”
But I’ve been losing battles trying to make it through the nights.
If love is really waiting, why’s the road so damn long?
Yeah… I’m starting to believe all the good ones are gone.

Depressing, slow, emotional with acoustic guitar and piano