Scratchline

Make a mess Make a mess

Everybody wants the clean version Straight lines,

good light, perfect timing Say the right thing

for the right reason Smile like nothing ever gets confusing

I tried keeping every edge in place

Tried making sense of every mistake

Now there's coffee running off the table And for once

I'm gonna let it stay Don't fix it

Don't frame it

Don't turn it into something safe

I wanna make a mess I wanna get it wrong

Turn the whole thing up

Till the picture comes undone I wanna make a mess Leave the

edges showing If I'm gonna lose control I wanna know I'm going

Make a mess

Make a mess

Everybody's editing the evidence

Cutting out the pauses and the bad takes

Everybody's building little monuments

To a life they barely recognize these days So leave the wire

hanging from the wall Leave the scratch running through the song

Maybe everything that's out of place Is the only part

That still belongs

Don't polish Don't package Don't tell me what it should become I

wanna make a mess I wanna get it wrong

Turn the whole thing up

Till the picture comes undone I wanna make a mess

Leave the edges showing If I'm gonna lose control I wanna know

I'm going

Wrong note

Keep it

Voice cracks Keep it

Amp hum Keep it

Count us back in

One

Two

Three—

MAKE A MESS

Let the guitars bleed

Let the drums

run late

Let somebody miss the beat And don't correct the take

MAKE A MESS I don't want it clean

I want something I can touch Something ugly

enough To mean something to me I wanna make a mess I

wanna get it wrong Turn the whole thing up Till the picture

comes undone I wanna make a mess

Leave the edges showing Maybe losing control Is how I know I'm

going

Wrong note.

Keep it.