Mess Boy

You said I don't have a normal brain
As if I don't know my lows
Pointed out my darkest pain just so
You could help me glow
Soft boy vibes disguising
Poison filtering my lens
Monochromatically rendered
Couldn't see the red
Spun webs
Isolating me from home
Crushed Acetaminophen to lace the lies that you sow
I thought we were artists
We were putting on a show
So told you all the secret parts of me
Nobody knows
I hope that you're worried
I don't wanna hear your story
I don't mess with empty sorries

I don't mess with a mess, boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy
You're a real killjoy
Mess boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy, I-I don't mess with a mess, boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy
You're a real killjoy
Mess boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy, I-I don't mess with a

If I could get my hands on you now, hah
I'm a poet, so I'll keep it vague
Just know how I've been suffering on my own
And there won't be a "next" when I'm done 'cause
I pent it all up since I was a kid
So much I let people get away way with
Let you get out
Shoulda contained
Perpetuating the trauma I gained
Internally, it's a battle between what I wanna be and
What you planted in me
So I don't forget and I won't forgive

I don't mess with a mess, boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy
You're a real killjoy
Mess boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy, I-I don't mess with a mess, boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy
You're a real killjoy
Mess boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy, I-I don't mess with a

I don't mess with a mess, boy
Oh, mess boy
Oh, mess boy
Mess boy
Mess boy

I don't mess with a mess, boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy
You're a real killjoy
Mess boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy, I-I don't mess with a mess, boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy
You're a real killjoy
Mess boy
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Mess boy, I-I don't mess with a



Credits
Writer(s): James Adam Shelley, Michel Heyaca, Margaret Harris
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