Total Mess

Walk backwards, through the front door
Straight into the trap that you wiggled out of before
I go (I go)
Around and around, I always end up with you
I’ve mastered, the stupid little trick
Of doing everything to the point that it makes me sick
I know, (I know)

I’m down on the ground, I’m passing out next to you
And you said it best
When you said I’m a mess
And you said it best
When you said I’m a mess
Run faster

Through the city streets
And give a hundred dollar bill to every single person you meet
I’m blowing all of my dollars, doesn’t matter if I’m with you
And you said it best
When you said I’m a mess
And you said it best
When you said I’m a mess
And you said it best