Friends - Good intentions lyrics

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<b>Good intentions</b> by <i>Friends</i><br />It's hard to rely on my good intentions

When my head's full of things that I can't mention

Seems I usually get things right

But I can't understand what I did last night

It's hard to rely on my own good senses

When I miss so much that requires attention

Have to laugh at myself sometimes

And I can see that I'm not blind

There's little relief

Give us reprieve

For all the things I've left behind

I'm positive that I'm not blind

I'm not afraid things won't get better

But it feels like this has gone on forever

You have to cry with your own blue tears

Have to laugh with your own good cheer

It's hard to rely on my good intentions

When my head's full of things that I can't mention

Seems I usually get things right

But I can't understand what I did last night

There's little relief

Give us reprieve

Imagining the world outside

I'm positive that I'm not blind

I can't be hard on you

'Cause you know I've been there too

Learned a lot of things from you

But life gives little relief

Give us reprieve

And when everyone is cold as ice

I clinch my fists and close my eyes

Imagining the world outside

But I can see that I'm not blind

Extrait audio:

Rachel : Ok, ok, Roger was creepy, but he was nothing compared to Pete Carney.

Monica : Which one was Pete Carney?

Rachel : Pete the Weeper? Remember that guy who used to cry every time we had sex.

(Imitating) "Was it good for you?"

Monica : Yeah, well, I'll take a little crying any day over Howard-the-"I-win"-guy.

(Imitating) "I win! I win!" I went out with the guy for two months--I didn't get to win once.

Rachel : How did we end up with these jerks? We're good people!

Monica : I don't know. Maybe we're some kinda magnets.

Phoebe : I know I am. That's why I can't wear a digital watch.

Monica : There's more beer, right?

Phoebe : Oh! You know my friend Abby who shaves her head? She said that if you want to break the bad boyfriend cycle, you can do like a cleansing ritual.

Rachel : Phoebes, this woman is voluntarily bald.

Phoebe : Yeah. So, we can do it tomorrow night, you guys. It's Valentine's Day. It's perfect.

Monica : Ok, well, what kind of ritual?

Phoebe : Ok. We can, um, we can burn the stuff they gave us.

Rachel : Or?

Phoebe : Or...or we can chant and dance around naked, you know, with sticks.

Monica : Burning's good.

Rachel : Burning's good. Yeah...