God Bless This Mess

The dishes are piling up in the sink

Last night's dress is still on the floor

I already know what the neighbors think

But I left my give a damn at the door

I've got black mascara all over my face

And there's a French fry in my hair

My underwear's hanging on the flower vase

Not even sure how they made it there

When I look back from my rocking chair

I don't wanna have a single regret

I keep waiting on the day I see my glass half empty

But I ain't seen it yet

Sure, I've burnt some biscuits, fried my chicken

I've got a lot of batter left

I'll have some stories to tell, I guess

God bless this mess

I can shoot Jack back with the best of them

But a lady knows when to go

I might not have scratched off my millions yet

But I'll make good on what I owe

And I love my Mama and I love my friends

I'd give the shirt right off my back

I don't plan to change, I am who I am

If you don't like it you can kiss my ass

When I look back from my rocking chair

I don't wanna have a single regret

I keep waiting on the day I see my glass half empty

But I ain't seen it yet

Sure, I've burnt some biscuits, fried my chicken

I've got a lot of batter left

I'll have some stories to tell, I guess

God bless this mess

When I look back from my rocking chair

I don't wanna have a single regret

I keep waiting on the day I see my glass half empty

But I ain't seen it yet

Sure, I've burnt some biscuits, fried my chicken

I've got a lot of batter left

I'll have some stories to tell, I guess

We've all got a thing or two to confess

I'll have stories to tell, I guess

God bless this mess

God bless this mess

God bless this mess

God bless this mess