Mess

I sit up, I'm guessing
I hope it's not the end
And now, Oh wait I'm stressing
I don't have that much friends
I think the devil found a way to make a mess of my parade
And what a generation, can barely leave my home
Feel like a waste creation, my head's stuck in my phone
I think the man who takes my place is a man who's worth the space

I'm irrational at best, I grow up learn less, I grow up learn less
And my mind is a mess

Take some medication to get me one way flights
I'm on my brain vacation, I don't have that much lights
I think the angel led astray can make his halo go away
And take my photo often, this filter's all the rage
It makes my features soften, I hope you like my page
Feel like priorities are dead...
At least that's what my exes said

I'm irrational at best, I grow up learn less, I grow up learn less.
And my mind is a mess
Is a mess
I'm such a mess
I'm a mess
Don't second guess, that I'm a mess
I am a mess



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Writer(s): Joshua Robins
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