Mess - Noah Kahan

If I could give this all back

I would be home in the morning

I’d wake up in a cold sweat

Take a flight back to the city I was born in

And I would wipe myself clean

Of what I knew was unimportant

I’d want typical things

I’d try to fit back into all my old clothing

And I would prove myself wrong

That all along, the problem was me

With all my bitterness gone

Happy, I’d be

I’ll move back home forever, I’ll feed the dogs

And I’ll put all my pieces back together

Where they belong, and I’ll say

«I'm a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess»

And I’ll take 89 to Boston, see my love

And I’ll help her set up her new apartment

And we’ll get drunk, and she’ll say

«Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess

Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God»

So I paid off my debts, but I found the world boring

So I called my old friends, but they only ever ask me how tour is

And there’s still weight on my back, I just try to ignore it

I guess the stage was my mask

I forgot the way I looked before I wore it

And I would prove myself wrong

That all along, the problem was me

With all my bitterness gone

Happy, I’ll be

I’ll move back home forever, I’ll feed the dogs

And I’ll put all my pieces back together

Where they belong, and I’ll say

«I'm a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess»

And I’ll take 89 to Boston, see my love

And I’ll help her set up her new apartment

And we’ll get drunk, and she’ll say

«Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess

Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess»

That’s not what I had hoped

Now I find comfort in the cold

I’ll move back home forever, I’ll feed the dogs

And I’ll put all my pieces back together

Where they belong, and I’ll say

«I'm a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess»

And I’ll take 89 to Boston, see my love

And I’ll help her set up her new apartment

And we’ll get drunk, and she’ll say

«Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess

Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God»