Mess I Carry

(ooh,

mmhh)

I'm a mess,

I'm that mess

Staring at the phone again

Looking back

at what we had

I wish we were friends again

I don't deserve all of this

It's tearing me apart

inside

Trying to find a way to fix

The places where we both

collide

I hate myself,

I'm so sorry

(so

sorry)

You deserve all of this,

you do I

hate myself,

I'm so sorry

I wish I could make it up to you

I’m a mess,

I’m that mess

And it's so hard to let you go

Every corner

of this room

Holds a ghost we used to know I

hate myself, I'm sorry (hummmmm)

You deserve the best