Hot Mess
I find you lighten up
Words I say don't mean much
Talk about the way it messes up your lungs inside the cobra clutch
You spin me round and round
Dizzy in my head, I'm looking out
Words I sing she shouts aloud
(?) I'm breakin out oh
Give me a drink she said
I wanna get wasted
Turn up the song, give me something to get stuck in my head
Room hazin' up, black on black from your cigarette
Last pack a day baby girl do you wanna pass
Straight from the bottom of the bottle to your lips
Bottom of my heart baby you a hot mess, yeah
We watch the sun set
Is it all gone yet?
Talk about the way you make my heart race in that red dress
She's just like you and me
Looking for a way our harmony
Back to the days with a locker combo
Just a little taste of what could be
Oh, give me a drink she said
I wanna get wasted
Turn up the song, give me something to get stuck in my head
Room hazin' up, black on black from your cigarette
Last pack a day baby girl do you wanna pass
Straight from the bottom of the bottle to your lips
Yes, bottom of my heart baby you a hot mess
'Cause I could go on for hours how it's bad for your health
Do you listen, do you care?
No, it's not about the wealth
'Cause of the nights that I've been gone
How many have you slept?
And of the promises you've made, how many have you kept?
'Cause I could go on for hours how it's bad for your health
Do you listen, do you care?
No, it's not about the wealth
'Cause of the nights that I've been gone, how many have you slept?
And of the promises you've made, how many have you kept?
Oh, room hazin' up, black on black from your cigarette
Last pack a day, baby girl do you wanna pass
Straight from the bottom of the bottle to your lips
Yes, bottom of my heart baby you a hot mess
...
I kiss my lover standing up
She knows just how she brings me down
She'll never say that she's in love
Those sort of thoughts stay in the ground
Pretty soon we'll all be cold
And six feet underground
I kiss my lover like I'm growing old
And like I'm going down
Pretty soon we'll all get still
If you only care
I kiss my lover like I've got time to kill
And I've got time to spare
Words I say don't mean much
Talk about the way it messes up your lungs inside the cobra clutch
You spin me round and round
Dizzy in my head, I'm looking out
Words I sing she shouts aloud
(?) I'm breakin out oh
Give me a drink she said
I wanna get wasted
Turn up the song, give me something to get stuck in my head
Room hazin' up, black on black from your cigarette
Last pack a day baby girl do you wanna pass
Straight from the bottom of the bottle to your lips
Bottom of my heart baby you a hot mess, yeah
We watch the sun set
Is it all gone yet?
Talk about the way you make my heart race in that red dress
She's just like you and me
Looking for a way our harmony
Back to the days with a locker combo
Just a little taste of what could be
Oh, give me a drink she said
I wanna get wasted
Turn up the song, give me something to get stuck in my head
Room hazin' up, black on black from your cigarette
Last pack a day baby girl do you wanna pass
Straight from the bottom of the bottle to your lips
Yes, bottom of my heart baby you a hot mess
'Cause I could go on for hours how it's bad for your health
Do you listen, do you care?
No, it's not about the wealth
'Cause of the nights that I've been gone
How many have you slept?
And of the promises you've made, how many have you kept?
'Cause I could go on for hours how it's bad for your health
Do you listen, do you care?
No, it's not about the wealth
'Cause of the nights that I've been gone, how many have you slept?
And of the promises you've made, how many have you kept?
Oh, room hazin' up, black on black from your cigarette
Last pack a day, baby girl do you wanna pass
Straight from the bottom of the bottle to your lips
Yes, bottom of my heart baby you a hot mess
...
I kiss my lover standing up
She knows just how she brings me down
She'll never say that she's in love
Those sort of thoughts stay in the ground
Pretty soon we'll all be cold
And six feet underground
I kiss my lover like I'm growing old
And like I'm going down
Pretty soon we'll all get still
If you only care
I kiss my lover like I've got time to kill
And I've got time to spare
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Writer(s): Kyle Knudsen
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