What a mess, wish that I could clean it up
But I'm not done, I'll find every way to fuck this up
You know me, only ever make mistakes
When I breathe, that's the worst one that I make
Feel bad for myself for a while, then I feel just fine
Back and forth on a swing goes my mood and I wish
It would just stay still
It gets old trying to make sense of it
So let me go, don't let me come back again
Wash your hands, you are better off
Without the messes that I make
I don't need to see how you're doing without me
I know
