Hot Mess
She thinks she is hot shit
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
Feeling sorry for myself
So I head out to the bar
I hardly ever drink
But it's really not that far
I get there they ask me yo
Whatchu wanna drink
Give me something strong
I need some time to think
Oh yeah
That kind of day
My girl acting crazy
Time to hide away
She thinks she is hot shit
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
Talking 'bout my problems
To anyone who will listen
Maybe I'll find some truth
Maybe something will glisten
Buying all these drinks
And it's running up my tab
I'm feeling fucked up
I should probably call a cab
Will you please
Keep my keys
I'll be back tomorrow
Pretty please
She thinks she is hot shit
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
It's the next morning
I go to get my keys
I tell the bartender
Thanks for holding on to these
He said man no problem
But let me tell you one thing
I don't wanna catch you out here
Drinking again
I mean no seriously like
I know that there's a lot of shit
Fucked up in your life right now but
I don't think that this is the best way
To deal with that
Yeah
She thinks she is hot shit
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
Feeling sorry for myself
So I head out to the bar
I hardly ever drink
But it's really not that far
I get there they ask me yo
Whatchu wanna drink
Give me something strong
I need some time to think
Oh yeah
That kind of day
My girl acting crazy
Time to hide away
She thinks she is hot shit
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
Talking 'bout my problems
To anyone who will listen
Maybe I'll find some truth
Maybe something will glisten
Buying all these drinks
And it's running up my tab
I'm feeling fucked up
I should probably call a cab
Will you please
Keep my keys
I'll be back tomorrow
Pretty please
She thinks she is hot shit
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
It's the next morning
I go to get my keys
I tell the bartender
Thanks for holding on to these
He said man no problem
But let me tell you one thing
I don't wanna catch you out here
Drinking again
I mean no seriously like
I know that there's a lot of shit
Fucked up in your life right now but
I don't think that this is the best way
To deal with that
Yeah
She thinks she is hot shit
But she's only a hot mess
She thinks she is hot shit
Oh oh
She's only a hot mess
Oh oh
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Writer(s): Christopher Chermak
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