These walls used to talk in such a brilliant way I remember Now the bleach has soaked down to the beams And they barely say hello or goodbye
I'm not asking for anything I just hold tight I'm not asking for anything at all
I don't need your help I just need a place to be So come on, be my destination And I’ll be your escape
From the mess that we've been making of each other And the unlawful ways That I've been drinking alone for days I swear I need you more than I am showing
So come and dance with me I’m confused, but I'm alive
All I'm trying to say is that I'm sick of being a mess