Beautiful Mess
Beautiful mess gotcha caught up
At your best
And you're under too much stress
But don't collapse and break down
Beautiful mess gonna fuck up what was left
And I tried my fucking best
Or did we both forget to?
Cause I know you'll be listening when I sing
And you might sing along if it's catchy
And the words that I write all night keep me
Keep me sane despite the lack of sleep
Beautiful mess gotcha caught up
At your best
And you're under too much stress
But don't collapse and break down
Beautiful mess gonna fuck up what was left
And I tried my fucking best
Or did we both forget to?
Beautiful mess Don't trust blue eyes, they'll cause distress
And it's not another set
Of blue eyes that you'll see
Don't get upset, it's not the end
But it was for the best
But these blue eyes
Seem to show the worst of me
Cause I know you'll be listening when I sing
And you might sing along if it's catchy
And the words that I write all night keep me
Keep me sane despite the lack of sleep
Beautiful mess gotcha caught up
At your best
And you're under too much stress
But don't collapse and break down
Beautiful mess gonna fuck up what was left
And I tried my fucking best
Or did we both forget to?
At your best
And you're under too much stress
But don't collapse and break down
Beautiful mess gonna fuck up what was left
And I tried my fucking best
Or did we both forget to?
Cause I know you'll be listening when I sing
And you might sing along if it's catchy
And the words that I write all night keep me
Keep me sane despite the lack of sleep
Beautiful mess gotcha caught up
At your best
And you're under too much stress
But don't collapse and break down
Beautiful mess gonna fuck up what was left
And I tried my fucking best
Or did we both forget to?
Beautiful mess Don't trust blue eyes, they'll cause distress
And it's not another set
Of blue eyes that you'll see
Don't get upset, it's not the end
But it was for the best
But these blue eyes
Seem to show the worst of me
Cause I know you'll be listening when I sing
And you might sing along if it's catchy
And the words that I write all night keep me
Keep me sane despite the lack of sleep
Beautiful mess gotcha caught up
At your best
And you're under too much stress
But don't collapse and break down
Beautiful mess gonna fuck up what was left
And I tried my fucking best
Or did we both forget to?
Credits
Writer(s): Donavan Turley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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