Mess

Hey
What are you doing right now?
I just want you to come on over and make a mess of me
Really
Beat me to a pulp

Strip me of my laurels and kick down my ideals
Yeah you're good at that kind of work
You pull all my petals out
With your non-decision

I know that I'm asking but can this not be my fault this time?
I know that I'm asking for it, but can this not be mine anymore?
How else is this supposed to go?

How else is this supposed to go?



Credits
Writer(s): Lily Desmond
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