Mess (Live From Fenway Park)

If I could get this all back

I would be home in the morning

Wake up in a cold sweat

Take a flight back to the city I was born in

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

I would prove myself wrong

That all along, the problem was me

With all my bitterness gone

Happy I'd be

I'd 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

You're a mess, you're a mess, good God

So I paid off my debts

But I found the world boring

So I call my old friends

But they only ever ask me how tour is

There's still weight on my back

I just try to ignore it

Guess the stage was my mask

I forgot the way I looked before I wore it

I would prove myself wrong

That all along, the problem was me

With all my bitterness gone, happy

I'll be

I'd 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

You're a mess, you're a mess

That's not what I had hoped

Now I find comfort in the cold

I'd 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

You're a mess, you're a mess, good God