Dear mess, I see you in the mirror this morning
A collection of the scars and all the warnings
Full of half-built houses, full of ghosts I couldn't fight
Still blinking in the quiet of the calm and steady light
And I'm starting to believe that nobody is ever truly"neat"
We're all just tangled heartstrings dancing to a bittersweet, broken beat
We're looking for a blueprint for a life that's clean and straight
But that"perfect, calm happiness"? It's just a beautiful cage, my friend
It's just a lovely, toxic dead-end
I was chasing after forever, a quiet, easy love
Something sent from heaven, from the peaceful stars above
I tried to keep my rooms clean, tried to keep it all arranged
But the most beautiful and human things are messy and deranged
And I'm starting to believe that nobody is ever truly"neat"
We're all just tangled heartstrings dancing to a bittersweet, broken beat
We're looking for a blueprint for a life that's clean and straight
But that"perfect, calm happiness"? It's just a beautiful cage, my friend
It's just a lovely, toxic dead-end
So yeah, I'm still a chaos. A glorious debris.
With cracks in all the right spots where the light gets in to see.
This isn't your mess and it isn't theirs, it isn't bad luck or fate...
For the first time in forever, this beautiful mess is mine to own, mine to create.
Sincerely... my dear mess.
This mess is mine.
Every single broken piece... is mine.
This beautiful mess...
Is mine.
