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]
C Am F C
[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]
C Am F C
[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."
