Hot Mess

Now what, my darlin'?

Two years have passed

God! Twenty-seven, still crying in cars

Stop planning our lives on things that haven't been said

We're not dead

Waitin' for the

Countdown, happy birthday

Dry heave, I am not okay

Brain rot, in a pretty dress

I'm a hot mess

Wake up, do the same thing

Break up, then we're dancing

Why am I so alright to do it again and again?

I can't fight it

You try driving

Exit to the

End in sight, dear

Make it ugly

Put on a show

Hack it that I hate you

So that I can let go

One more reunion

And goodbye again

Oh God, I'd be lying if I didn't want ten

Stop

Drafting replies to things that haven't been said

He's not dead

Still waitin' for the

Countdown, happy new year

Don't know, I am still unclear

Where'd I go, take a fuckin' guess

I'm a hot mess

Wake up, do the same thing

Break up, then we're dancing

Why am I so alright to do it again and again?

I can't fight it

You try driving

Exit to the

End in sight, dear

Make it ugly

Put on a show

Hack it that I hate you

So that I can let go

Let me let go, let me let go, let me let go

I can't fight it

You try driving

Exit to the

End in sight, dear

Make it ugly

Put on a show

Hack it that I hate you

So that I can let go

Let me let go, let me let go