Messed Up Kid

Zach Bryan

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    Well, I guess old men on the street
    Prove that time really does fly
    And I guess pawn shop diamond rings p
    Poves that girls love goodbyes

    And I guess a black dress at a funeral
    Means that life has one sting
    And I guess a girl like you lovin' me
    Means that angels must love anything

    'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
    I'll turn a saint into a heathen
    With my hands goin' through your hair
    I'm a messed up kid with nothin to show
    Except a girl sayin' she'll be here everywhere I go
    I'm a messed up kid

    Well, my old man says I'm wild
    And my mama says I'm reckless
    And that color in your eyes
    Reminds me off East Texas

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    'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
    I'll turn a saint into a heathen
    With my hands goin' through your hair
    Messed up kid with nothin to show
    Except a girl sayin' she'll be here everywhere I go
    I'm a messed up kid

    And all this bullshit that I've been through
    And all the hardships I've grown kin to
    Could take me around, leave me feelin' down
    But you pick me up every time

    'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
    I'll turn a saint into a heathen
    With my hands goin' through your hair
    I'm a messed up kid, with nothin to show
    Except a girl sayin' she'll be here everywhere I go
    I'm a messed up kid

    I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
    I'll turn a saint into a heathen
    With my hands goin' through your hair
    Messed up kid

    I guess old men on the street
    Prove that time really does fly
    And I guess pawn shop diamond rings
    Proves that girls love goodbyes
    I'm a messed up kid

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    Composition: Zach Bryan

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