Piles of fucking clothes on the chair beside the door
Not a lot of room to sit after all it is a dorm
The symbol isn't lost on me, that meter of my stress
Most helpful thing I have to say is what a fucking mess
I met you all at once it was an unforgetful moment
You jumped from back to heart and played the part in all the potence
Sushi dates and donut shops, but the mountains were the test
When I learned you had another my one thought was what a mess
I hope you don't remember well when night took over day
The sucker punch was hard and fast, it felt so preordained
I spent the weekend picking out the shards of my distress
But when they said you had to stay my god I was a mess
Now that I'm all a-fucking-lone I'm entirely unsure
Of what I need or what I want or why its all obscure
That you've become the one relief feels like a godly jest
It's a path to self-discovery but man my hearts a mess