Letras:
My Glorious Mess

gone? It keeps me up at night Racing against the clocks I don't know how to stop Just stop and let me out Give me space to count my lucky stars I was

Baby where you going? Tell me where you been Don't you recognize me? I'm your Mr. A. Friend Only tell me only If you wanna come for a ride I can show

Smoked in the basement Wrote you a song I wanna tell you all things I haven't told you everything A million moments wasted here alone Come away my long

Come down, come down from your high horse You got some explaining to do Where have we been, where have we been, where have we been Chasing all of our

Smoking our last cigarettes as the sun rolls up We will write this day into the books Nothing sure of stopping the flow of impossible starts Perspective

wearing tattered shoes if you mess with Mister Booze, (Don't mess with Mister Booze, don't mess with Mister Booze.) Don't mess with B, double o, Z, E,

ALL ABOUT I KNOW YOU WANNA LEAVE SO MANY LITTLE GAMES SILLY PEOPLE PLAY DON'T ACT FOOLISHLY I'M SO REAL, SO SOFT TO TOUCH MY LOVE MY KISS SO SWEET, GLORIOUS

this glorious day Brick by brick I lay Alone here in the dark This messed up work of art I'm building, I'm building Witness the construction Of a wall around my

west side I can't study war Yep I can't study war Uh Can I talk my shit again? Even if I don't hit again Dog are you fucking kidding? My hat, my shoes, my