HOT MESS

The number you have dialed is emotionally unavailable

And it's messy

You take two sugars in your coffee

There's nothing sweet about the way you treat me

In the silence, I hear laughing

There's nothing funny 'bout the way you leave me

Get up, sit down

Where you going, baby?

Dig in, get out

So indecisive lately

K.O., tap out

And you know that I'm not gonna beg you to stay

I'm a pit stop on the ride of your life

Endless chances and you cannot decide

Rent's up, get out of my sight

You love to hate me, and it can't be denied

I'm so stressed, need a rest

You're such a hot mess

Hot mess

Hot mess!

Hot mess?

What a wreck

We have a date night every Tuesday

But when the weekend comes, you're so damn quiet

You only love me when it's your way

You're playing games, and I'm just so damn tired

Get up, sit down

Why do I choose you, baby?

Dig in, get out

I feel so stupid lately

K.O., tap out

And you know that I'm not gonna beg you to stay

I'm a pit stop on the ride of your life

Endless chances and you cannot decide

Rent's up, get out of my sight

You love to hate me, and it can't be denied

I'm so stressed, need a rest

You're such a hot mess

Hot mess

Hot mess!

Hot mess?

What a wreck

What a mess, what a mess, and I gotta confess

I'm the mess that's giving you access

Compressed, distressed, obsessed, assessed

To repress the rose-covered glasses

Infatuated, agitated, someone had to say it

Saying that you're sorry, but you're never really sorry

Blah, blah, blah, what a wreck