C Am F C

[Verse 1]
                C                  Am
You know that I miss you. But I'm confilcted.
                      F                          C
The way that I feel about you. No, I should not feel it.
                    C                    Am
And if you were the answer to all these questions.
                  F
I think I'll be a man first.


[Chorus]
                    C                         Am
Admit that I made a mess here. Yeah, I made a mess here.
               F                       C
Well, I made a mess here. Oh, I made a mess here.

[Break]
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[Verse]
                C                 Am
You know that I saw it, all those letters you wrote.
                       F                           C
I buried them in moving boxes to keep the memories honest.
                         C                  Am
How do you write like an angel? And yet you burn like a spitfire
                     F                           C
Like that October in Salem when you were my safe haven.


[Chorus]
                  Am                         F
Oh but you made a mess here. Yeah you made a mess here.
                C
Yeah you made a mess here.

[Break]
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[Verse]
                    C                             Am
I think about it on Sunday after my chores and my laundry.
                    F                                    C
If nostalgia blinds hindsight, why all these cravings at midnight?
                         C
And now we stand on your front steps.
                            Am                             F
You say "I think you should know this, Dylan if you didn't notice,
                  N.C.
There's someone else in my focus."