Hot Mess
She said meet me on the dance floor
She says, but I'm smoking by the back door instead
I can see you in a strapless black dress
Looking like a hot mess
And she's looking perfect
And I know
One more chance, and I'm losing control
Two left feet, now I'm dancin' alone
Three more drinks, and I'm needing some more, whoa, whoa
Chemicals
You know I dream of you sometimes
If you'd only read my mind
I promise I'm not a creep, I'm just shy, oh, oh
She said meet me on the dance floor
She says, but I'm smoking by the back door instead
I can see you in a strapless black dress
Looking like a hot mess and she's looking perfect
And I know
One more chance, and I'm losing control
Two left feet, now I'm dancing alone
Three more drinks, and I'm needing some more, whoa, whoa
Chemicals
Chemicals
I want to protect her, want to make her feel safe
All the things that I bring, insecurity
And I want to be with no drama, no jealousy
All the things that I want, but too scared to say
She said meet me on the dance floor
She said, but I'm smoking by the back door
Instead, I can see you in a strapless black dress
Looking like a hot mess and she's looking perfect
And I know
One more chance, and I'm losing control
Two left feet, now I'm dancing alone
Three more drinks, and I'm needing some more, whoa, whoa
Chemicals
Chemicals
Chemicals
She says, but I'm smoking by the back door instead
I can see you in a strapless black dress
Looking like a hot mess
And she's looking perfect
And I know
One more chance, and I'm losing control
Two left feet, now I'm dancin' alone
Three more drinks, and I'm needing some more, whoa, whoa
Chemicals
You know I dream of you sometimes
If you'd only read my mind
I promise I'm not a creep, I'm just shy, oh, oh
She said meet me on the dance floor
She says, but I'm smoking by the back door instead
I can see you in a strapless black dress
Looking like a hot mess and she's looking perfect
And I know
One more chance, and I'm losing control
Two left feet, now I'm dancing alone
Three more drinks, and I'm needing some more, whoa, whoa
Chemicals
Chemicals
I want to protect her, want to make her feel safe
All the things that I bring, insecurity
And I want to be with no drama, no jealousy
All the things that I want, but too scared to say
She said meet me on the dance floor
She said, but I'm smoking by the back door
Instead, I can see you in a strapless black dress
Looking like a hot mess and she's looking perfect
And I know
One more chance, and I'm losing control
Two left feet, now I'm dancing alone
Three more drinks, and I'm needing some more, whoa, whoa
Chemicals
Chemicals
Chemicals
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Green, Emerson Barrett, Emily Hoszowski, Logan Baudean, Matt Squire, Remington Leith, Sebastian Danzig
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