Mess

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If I could give this all back
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I would be home in the morning
                            Gm
I'd wake up in a cold sweat
Take a flight back to the city I was
 F       Bb
 born in
Bb
And I would wipe myself clean
                        F      Gm
Of what I knew was unimportant

I'd want typical things
I'd try to fit back into all my old 
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clothing

Eb
And I would prove myself wrong
     Gm                            
That all along, the problem was me
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F
With all my bitterness gone

Happy, I'd be

Bb
I'll move back home forever

I'll feed the dogs and I'll put all
Eb
My pieces back together where they 
belong
              Gm           F
And I'll say, "I'm a mess, I'm a 
mess
   Bb               Eb
Oh God, I'm a mess"
    Bb
And I'll take 89 to Boston

See my love and I'll help her
Eb
Set up her new apartment

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And we'll get drunk and she'll say
 Gm                   F
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess
     Bb                 Eb
Good God, you're a mess
   Gm              F
Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess
     Bb
Good God"

Bb                                
So I paid off my debts but I found
           F      Gm
 the world boring
So I called my old friends but they 
                     F       Bb
only ever ask me how tour is
And there's still weight on my back,
        Eb        F      Gm
 I just try to ignore it

I guess the stage was my mask
I forgot the way I looked before I 
F
wore it

Eb
And I would prove myself wrong
     Gm                            
That all along, the problem was me
 F

F
With all my bitterness gone

Happy, I'll be

Bb
I'll move back home forever

I'll feed the dogs and I'll put all
Eb
My pieces back together where they 
belong
               Gm          F
And I'll say, "I'm a mess, I'm a 
mess
   Bb                Eb
Oh god, I'm a mess"
    Bb
And I'll take 89 to Boston

See my love and I'll help her
Eb
Set up her new apartment

And we'll get drunk and she'll say
 Gm                   F
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess
     Bb                  Eb
Good God, you're a mess
   Gm              F
Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess"

       Eb
That's not what I had hoped

Now I find comfort in the cold

Bb
I'll move back home forever

I'll feed the dogs and I'll put all
Eb
My pieces back together where they 
belong
              Gm           F
And I'll say, "I'm a mess, I'm a 
mess
   Bb               Eb
Oh God, I'm a mess"
    Bb
And I'll take 89 to Boston

See my love and I'll help her
Eb
Set up her new apartment

And we'll get drunk and she'll say
 Gm                   F
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess
     Bb                 Eb
Good God, you're a mess
   Gm              F
Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess
     Bb
Good God"