Fine Mess

Do you see my crooked lip
From the last few times I've loved
You said I was beautiful
And that I would overcome
In the middle of the night, when words would pull
Around my lungs to tight
You'd say meet me halfway, don't look back
You'll be alright
We shed our skin in the back of your car
That how we had become
God, you made the blood in my cheeks
Rise for the morning sun
Love can really stop you from
Saying what you mean
And I promise it's not you
I promise it's just what I've seen

I want you to
Want me like
I want you holding me
I want you
To hear you
Tell your side of our story
I want you to
Want me like
I want you holding me
I want you
To hear you
Tell your side of our story

Words can bruise my skin so please
Take care when you speak
I remember every word
That sunk in a little too deep
Everything is fine we just need time
I am on repeat
So I'll just lay on your chest
And try to forget
The fine mess he made me

I want you to
Want me like
I want you holding me
I want you
To hear you
Tell your side of our story
I want you to
Want me like
I want you holding me
I want you
To hear you
Tell your side of our story



Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Foxman
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