Hot Mess

She's a hot mess, 150 down the highway in a sundress Watch her burn it up, I'm bearing witness 'Cause if she said that I look better, down the barrel of a Beretta Oh, I couldn't protest Reckless don't mean a thing if you ain't kinda hopeless As she told me not to waste another moment No point resisting giving up control Ah, I'm giving up control Oh, I want it, but you don't know how to let it go I got it, but you know I never wanna know I have it, have to draw the knife, I bet I won't (Does anyone have to know?) You got me on the way out, honey, on the way down You're so personal, call it how you see it Tell me that you need it (does anyone have to know?) Better when we're tongue-tied than bitter on a bad night You say it's not personal, what's the point of leaving? Almost off the deep end (does anyone have to know?) (Does anyone have to know?) So what's a comeback without just a little bit of combat? Clawing up my back, oh, would you want that? Would you slip the pill, would you run the blade right through? Just for the contact "Fuck that," she says as she throws another shot back No sweet talk, let's just play it abstract What's love but the price of being sold? Oh, I'm giving up control Oh, I want it, but you don't know how to let it go I got it, but you know I never wanna know I have it, have to draw the knife, I bet I won't (What's the line? It's something like, uh) You got me on the way out, honey, on the way down You're so personal, call it how you see it Tell me that you need it (does anyone have to know?) Better when we're tongue-tied than bitter on a bad night You say it's not personal, what's the point of leaving? Almost off the deep end (does anyone have to know?) Get too close, and I'm giving up control Jump my bones, tell me what I wanna know Do things I won't, so I could never let you go Yeah, baby, every time, yeah Get too close, and I'm giving up control Jump my bones, tell me what I wanna know Make me promise I won't ever tell a soul (Does anyone have to know?) You got me on the way out, honey, on the way down You're so personal, call it how you see it Tell me that you need it (does anyone have to know?) Better when we're tongue-tied than bitter on a bad night You say it's not personal, what's the point of leaving? Almost off the deep end (does anyone have to know?)