Hot Mess - Live at NPR's Tiny Desk

Now what my darling?
Two years have passed
God, twenty-seven's still crying in cars
Stop planning our lives on things that haven't been said
We're not dead

Waiting for the
Count down, happy birthday
Dry heave, I am not okay
Brain rot in a pretty dress
I'm a hot mess
Wake up, do the same thing
Break up, then we're dancing
Why am I so alright to do it again and again?

I can't fight it, you try driving
Exit to the end in sight, dear
Make it ugly, put on a show
Hack it that I hate you so that I can let go

One more reunion (One more)
And goodbye again (Goodbye again)
Oh God, I'd be lying if I didn't want ten
Stop drafting replies to things that haven't been said
Hе's not dead

Still waiting for the (Three!)
Count down, (Two!)
Happy new year (One! Woo!)
Don't know, I am still unclear
Where'd I go? Take a fucking guess
I'm a hot mess
Wake up, do the same thing
Break up, then we're dancing
Why am I so alright to do it again and again?

I can't fight it, you try driving
Exit to the end in sight, dear
Make it ugly, put on a show
Hack it that I hate you so that I can let go

Let me let go
Let me let go (Let me let go)
Let me let go

I can't fight it, you try driving
Exit to the end in sight, dear
Make it ugly, put on a show
Hack it that I hate you so that I can let go

Let me let go (Let me let go)
Let me let go (Let me let go)
Let me let go (Ahh)
(Let me let go)