I Wanna Make A Mess

And maybe I was a mess

'Cause everything you've said is dead to me

You're fucking dead to me

And now

That I'm

On my own

You call me by the phone

To tell me shit like

"I need you" one more time

Or instead you'll say

"I wanna make a mess with you" again

Yet you can't even make it past the bed

And now the feeling is so frustrating

You hesitated

You missed your

Chance

I Wanna make a mess with you

Maybe under stars we'll see the truth

'Cause I wanna make a mess with you

I wanted, to want you, to want me too

You made decisions for yourself

Took the means that I could tell

If we're stuck in this infinite gray-scale

Or if you just hate me 'cause I'm

You made decisions for yourself

Took the means that I could tell

If we're stuck in this infinite gray-scale

Or if you just hate me 'cause I'm

Stale

You hate me 'cause I'm stale

You hate me 'cause I

I wanna make a mess with you

Maybe under stars we'll see the truth

'Cause I want to make a mess with you

I wanted, to want you, to want me to