Mess Like Me - Foxblood

It’s the smoky haze you’re in

Lime twist in your gin

Let’s break each other that could be a thing

Sweating out everything you are keeping in

Talk forever cheap, over whiskey neat

Broken parts of you becoming parts of me

Warm nights with fairy lights glowing in the spring

I wonder whether she could love a mess like me

A lifetime spent just go forget but failing that we just regret

I wonder whether we could make some kind of peace

Funny how we come to hate the better part of everything

It’s the grinding of the teeth

All the little fights

Codependency never out of sight

Roll with the punches on the slow decline

Life and love and hell, God and sex and death

A myriad of things to kill us in the end

Shallow, imperfect but we can’t pretend

Swallowed with a grain of salt and shot of pride

Take another drink and let them know you’re fine

Swept under the rug every single time

Every part of us another thing to hide

Watch the clock until the death knock

Counting off the second hands ticking love and loss

Plucking petals from the flowers

He loves me, loves me, loves me not

I wonder whether she could love a mess like me

A lifetime spent just go forget but failing that we just regret

I wonder whether we could make some kind of peace

Funny how we come to hate the better part of everything

Can you feel the storms in the walls

The shakes in the floors

The hounds at the doors

Can you feel the storms in the walls

The shakes in the floors

The hounds at the doors

I swear that we’ve been here

Time and time before

I wonder whether she could love a mess like me

A lifetime spent just go forget but failing that we just regret

I wonder whether we could make some kind of peace

Funny how we come to hate the better part of everything I love