LYRIC
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 [Pre-Chorus] And I would prove myself wrong
That all along, the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone
Happy, I'd be [Chorus] 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
"Shit, 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 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 [Pre-Chorus] And I would prove myself wrong
That all along, the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone
Happy, I'll be [Chorus] 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
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess
Good God, you're a mess
Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess"
Now I find comfort in the cold [Chorus] 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
"Shit, 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"
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