Byron Richard - What a Mess Lyrics

I got a feeling that my gut reaction
Is bringing you down
And expectations of your pity social
Are starting to drown
I can tell by your changing face
You're wanting to shout
And my lack of sympathetic notion
Is gutting you now
My god, friend
What a mess you're in
How it comforts you
It's a fine fix
You've put me in
And it tears me in two
Thought my words would be of someone else
Someone you once knew
Well, I could see how his familiar face
Had you confused
My god, dear
Why'd you bring me here
With so much to lose
Y'all's a house of cards
On a tinder box
And you're lighting fuses
With a little truth
And a little pause
You can see affect
If you can see the cause
Don't get it confused
You are what you choose
You're the one responsible...
For you
Don't get it confused
Well, you are what you choose
My god, friend
What a f*ckin' mess
And there's no helping you
There's no helping you
(How it comforts)
I got a feeling that my gut reaction
Is bringing you down