Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leo Alba
Leo Alba
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I guess old men on the street prove that time really does fly And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls love goodbyes And I guess a black dress at a funeral means that life has one sting And I guess a girl like you loving me means that angels must love anything 'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair I'm a messed up kid with nothing to show Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go I'm a messed up kid Well, my old man says I'm wild, and my mama says I'm reckless And that color in your eyes reminds me off East Texas 'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair I'm a messed up kid Messed up kid with nothing to show Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go I'm a messed up kid And all this bullshit that I've been through And all the hardships I've grown kin to Could take me around, leave me feeling down But you pick me up every time 'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spare I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair I'm a messed up kid with nothing to show Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go I'm a messed up kid, nothing to spare I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair Messed up kid And I guess old men on the street prove that time Really does fly And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls, haha Love goodbyes I'm a messed up kid
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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