This song is about breaking off a relationship.
The first half is a spiteful dismissal.
The second half assures the dismissed that there are more fish in the sea.

evil will:

You keep writing all these cards, and sending all this spam
I haven’t figured out what to do to you, and you even sent a rose
I’m even counting all the days till you pack your bags and catch your train back home
And when the minute finally falls, you’ve decided to stay and make my life a chore
make myself scarce, make myself rare, you always find a way
Always find a way, always find a day to annoy me to the core
The answer’s no.
The answer’s no.

good will:

when love it comes, knocking down your door
you won’t know its face, if it punched you in your own
you will stand back up, dust the guilt away
pull your hat out of the mud, that you lost in the great thud
convince yourself to close your eyes, convince your brain to ignore the cries
that your stomach recognized

when love it comes, knocking down your door
you’ll be blind to its face , if it touched you in your robe (or “in your room”)
you will stand back up, dust the guilt away
pull yourself out of the mud, you got lost in the great flood
convince yourself to close your eyes, convince your brain to annul the lies
that you’ll slowly realize

when love it comes, knocking down your door
you won’t know its face , if it punched you in the nose
you will stand back up, dust the guilt away
pull your head out of your ass, that you lost in the great thud
convince yourself to close your eyes, convince your brain to ignore the cries
that your stomach recognized

when love it comes, knocking down your door
you won’t know its face , if it punched you in your own
you will stand back up, wipe the mud from your face
pull your hat out of the mud, that you lost in the great thud
convince yourself to close your eyes, convince your brain to ignore the prize
that your stomach recognized

winning bread is not enough,
winning hearts is just too far
too (damn) far for weary eyes
so myopic in (their) surprise
that my love be standing there
right in front of my own nose
nothing else to think about it
‘xcept rub my bloodied nose into it,
or take a roll in proverbial hay
and cash in my easy lay
that was it just walk away

G Dm
when love it comes, knocking down your door
B-flat F
you won’t know its face , if it punched you in your own
C Gm
you will stand back up, dust the guilt away
C Gm
pull your hat out of the mud, that you lost in the great thud
Dm Bflat
convince yourself to close your eyes, convince your brain to ignore the cries
F
that your stomach recognized