Total Mess - Rozwell Kid

Walk backwards, in through the front door

And straight into the truck that you wiggled out of before

I’ve gone around and around

I’m always in doubt with you

I’ve mastered the stupid little trick

Of doing everything to the point that it makes me sick

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 dough

Doesn’t matter if I’m with you

You said it best

When you said I’m a mess

And you said it best

When you said I’m a mess

You said it best

When you said I’m a mess

You said it best

When you said I’m a mess

You said it best

When you said I’m a mess

You said it best