Mess

If I could give this all back, I would be home in the morning
 I'd wake up in a cold sweat, take a flight back to the city I was born in
 And I would wipe myself clean of what I knew was unimportant
 I'd want typical things, I'd try to fit back into all my old clothing
 And I would prove myself wrong that all along the problem was me
 With all my bitterness gone, happy, I'd be
 I'll move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
 And I'll put all my pieces back together
 Where they belong, and I'll say
 "I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"
 And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
 And I'll help her set up her new apartment
 And we'll get drunk and she'll say
 "-, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
 Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God"
 So I paid off my debts, but I found the world boring
 So I called my old friends, but they only ever ask me how tour is
 And there's still weight on my back, I just try to ignore it
 I guess the stage was my mask, I forgot the way I looked before I wore it
 And I would prove myself wrong that all along the problem was me
 With all my bitterness gone, happy, I'll be
 I'll move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
 And I'll put all my pieces back together
 Where they belong, and I'll say
 "I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"
 And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
 And I'll help her set up her new apartment
 And we'll get drunk, and she'll say
 "-, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
 Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess"
 Life's not what I had hoped
 Now I'll find comfort in the cold
 I'll move back home forever, I'll feed the dogs
 And I'll put all my pieces back together
 Where they belong and I'll say
 "I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"
 And I'll take 89 to Boston, see my love
 And I'll help her set up her new apartment
 And we'll get drunk and she'll say
 "-, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God, you're a mess
 Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess, good God"