Good to Know Ya Spend my days on the edge of total chaos, and my nights sinking down the well. Everyone I know lives in total chaos: could be heaven, but it feels like hell. It’s good to know ya, been good to know ya, good to think I know you still. The things we held mattered then, matter now, and always will. Every day is a new chance to solve this puzzle. I’m good with numbers; all I need is time. Can’t help wondering: does the answer even matter, was it true, or was somebody lying? Good to know ya, kinda good to know ya, better still to let you go. All your words sounded golden, but what they mean, I’ll never know.