Mess

If I could give this all back, I would be home in the morning
I'd wake up in a cold sweat, take a flight back to the city I was born in
And I would wipe myself clean of what I knew was unimportant
I'd want typical things, I'd try to fit back into all my old clothing

And I would prove myself wrong that all along the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone, happy, I'd be

I'll move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I'll say
"I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"

And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk and she'll say
"-, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God"

So I paid off my debts, but I found the world boring
So I called my old friends, but they only ever ask me how tour is
And there's still weight on my back, I just try to ignore it
I guess the stage was my mask, I forgot the way I looked before I wore it

And I would prove myself wrong that all along the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone, happy, I'll be

I'll move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I'll say
"I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"

And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk, and she'll say
"-, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess"

Life's not what I had hoped
Now I'll find comfort in the cold

I'll move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong and I'll say
"I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"

And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk and she'll say
"-, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God"