Messed up Kid
I guess old men on the street prove that time really does fly
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls love goodbyes
And I guess a black dress at a funeral means that life has one sting
And I guess a girl like you loving me means that angels must love anything
'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed up kid with nothing to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I'm a messed up kid
Well, my old man says I'm wild, and my mama says I'm reckless
And that color in your eyes reminds me off East Texas
'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed up kid
Messed up kid with nothing to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I'm a messed up kid
And all this bullshit that I've been through
And all the hardships I've grown kin to
Could take me around, leave me feeling down
But you pick me up every time
'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed up kid with nothing to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
Messed up kid
And I guess old men on the street prove that time
Really does fly
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls, haha
Love goodbyes
I'm a messed up kid
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls love goodbyes
And I guess a black dress at a funeral means that life has one sting
And I guess a girl like you loving me means that angels must love anything
'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed up kid with nothing to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I'm a messed up kid
Well, my old man says I'm wild, and my mama says I'm reckless
And that color in your eyes reminds me off East Texas
'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed up kid
Messed up kid with nothing to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I'm a messed up kid
And all this bullshit that I've been through
And all the hardships I've grown kin to
Could take me around, leave me feeling down
But you pick me up every time
'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed up kid with nothing to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
Messed up kid
And I guess old men on the street prove that time
Really does fly
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls, haha
Love goodbyes
I'm a messed up kid
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Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan
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