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• Artiste: Noah Kahan
• Titre: Mess
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If I could give this all back I would be home in the morning I'd wake up in a cold sweat Take a flight back to the city I was born in And I would wipe myself clean Of what I knew was unimportant I'd want typical things I'd try to fit back into all my old clothing And I would prove myself wrong That all along, the problem was me With all my bitterness gone Happy, I'd be I'll move back home forever I'll feed the dogs And I'll put all my pieces back together Where they belong, and I'll say "I'm a mess, I'm a mess Oh God, I'm a mess" And I'll take 89 to Boston See my love And I'll help her set up her new apartment And we'll get drunk and she'll say "Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess Good God, you're a mess Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess Good God" So I paid off my debts but I found the world boring So I called my old friends but they only ever ask me how tour is And there's still weight on my back, I just try to ignore it I guess the stage was my mask I forgot the way I looked before I wore it And I would prove myself wrong That all along, the problem was me With all my bitterness gone Happy, I'll be I'll move back home forever I'll feed the dogs And I'll put all my pieces back together where they belong And I'll say, "I'm a mess, I'm a mess Oh god, I'm a mess" And I'll take 89 to Boston See my love And I'll help her set up her new apartment And we'll get drunk and she'll say "Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess Good God, you're a mess Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess" That's not what I had hoped Now I find comfort in the cold I'll move back home forever I'll feed the dogs And I'll put all my pieces back together where they belong And I'll say, "I'm a mess, I'm a mess Oh God, I'm a mess" And I'll take 89 to Boston See my love and I'll help her Set up her new apartment And we'll get drunk and she'll say "Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess Good God, you're a mess Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess Good God"