I'm a mess, at best, behind a cigarette
Surrounded by a lack of interest
My success, I confess, It isn't accurate
I'm half of the pieces you left
So won't you come over?
Come back.
I'm a wreck, a mess behind a cigarette
Surrounded by my bedroom walls
So upset, regretful, lone and mad again
I'm half of the person I was
So won't you come over?
Come back.
Oh no, look what you've done to me
Oh, love, look what you've done.
Empty, awkward and broke again.
I'm sure I'll never be whole.
I'm a mess, at best, behind a cigarette
Cstounded by my emptiness
I regret what I said, so I will wait for it
I'll sit and watch the world end.
So won't you come over?
Come back.