Hawaiian Punch
Love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
No one is as happy as they seem online
Love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
Just polishing moments and hoping they shine
If we got a do-over, we would get it so right
There's no sense in squandering the hindsight
I'm afraid to let go, been holding on way too tight
Know you won't leave, thinking that you just might
I Invited houseguests, resentment, and envy
Serving drama, make sure we got plenty
Playing trouble until we're saying sorry
Two player couples therapy on the Atari
Love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
No one is as happy as they seem online
Love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
Just polishing moments and hoping they shine
Words are loaded weapons, fire is unfriendly
Sticks and stones hurt, but the right verbs would end me
Controlling every nerve, because perfection's trendy
I'm not perfect or wire, won't stay where you bend me
Minds are just an attic, filled with insecure haunts
Take out all the static, nothing left here to flaunt
Our love is traumatic, typed in italic font
I must be an addict, it's the only thing I want
If we got a do-over, we would get it so right
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
No one is as happy as they seem online
Love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
Just polishing moments and hoping they shine
If we got a do-over, we would get it so right
There's no sense in squandering the hindsight
I'm afraid to let go, been holding on way too tight
Know you won't leave, thinking that you just might
I Invited houseguests, resentment, and envy
Serving drama, make sure we got plenty
Playing trouble until we're saying sorry
Two player couples therapy on the Atari
Love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
No one is as happy as they seem online
Love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
Yeah, love is a mess
It's imperfectly fine
Just polishing moments and hoping they shine
Words are loaded weapons, fire is unfriendly
Sticks and stones hurt, but the right verbs would end me
Controlling every nerve, because perfection's trendy
I'm not perfect or wire, won't stay where you bend me
Minds are just an attic, filled with insecure haunts
Take out all the static, nothing left here to flaunt
Our love is traumatic, typed in italic font
I must be an addict, it's the only thing I want
If we got a do-over, we would get it so right
Credits
Writer(s): Kaylie Caswell, Charles Caswell
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