Hot Mess

I don't know how to explain it
The room is fading into white
It's hard to sit within this feeling
When my chest is growing tight

I'm running circles in my head
I'm ready to get out of my way
I'm waking up 6:00 AM
I wanna get a grip on the day

But here I am on the side of the highway
This is by far the worst it's been
Hot Mess! Hot Mess!

Sometimes I wish that I were smaller
So I could sleep in the palm of your hand
My arms and hands would never wander
and find their way over the edge

I'm running faster than I should
It's really probably not for the best
I'm waking up at 3:00 AM
With something heavy on my chest

But here I am on the side of the highway
This is by far the worst it's been
But here I am on the side of the highway
This is by far the worst it's been
Hot Mess! Hot Mess! Hot Mess! Hot Mess!



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Winston Rudolf, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, Oliver Elliot Goldstein, Peter Gene Hernandez, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii, Kara E. Dioguardi, Gabriel Edward Saporta, Michael Caren, Ronnie Wood
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