🎶 VERSE 1: Job’s a joke, boss is vile, Fake reports, fake a smile. Cry in shops, flirt with death, Post a thirst trap, hold my breath. Manifest, tarot lies, Slept with him for cheaper fries. Self-care’s wine, mood’s a glitch, Burned my sage, still a bitch. 🎶 CHORUS : I’m a hot mess, doom and pride, Tried to grow, but damn, I lied. Panic chic, vibes are tense, Text my ex, then blame incense. Bought perfume, not a plan, Screamed in bed, called it "zen." Crash and sparkle, self-distressed— Still the best in glittered mess. 🎶 VERSE 2: Read one book, now I quote, Swipe for love, delete the note. Say “I’m chill,” then combust, Trust no soul, overshare trust. Sleep in jeans, socks still on, Cry to memes, then move on. Tell the world I’m doing fine— Shaky voice, glass of wine. 🎶 CHORUS: I’m a hot mess, vibes are low, Tried to fast, ate cookie dough. Made a list, burned it fast, Laughed, then spiraled to my past. Therapist says “Find your peace,” But I like the odd release. Call it drama, call it flair— I'm the storm with perfect hair. 🎶 BRIDGE Should be resting, scroll instead, Manifest but live in dread. Inner child needs a nap, Too broke, too loud, too much crap. Poem in chaos, proud and sick, Mood swings hit like Taylor Swift. No plan B, no Plan A— Guess I’ll vibe my pain away. 🎶 FINAL CHORUS: Hot mess, zero chill, Coffee, panic, unpaid bill. Burn my toast, date a clown, Breakdown chic in party gown. Self-diagnosed, over-thunk, Cried to jazz, danced to punk. If wrecks were hot, I’d be queen— Mascara smudge and nicotine. 🎶 OUTRO: Hot mess, don’t deny, Pretty chaos, too alive. I’m the crash you can’t unsee— Sippin’ hell like herbal tea.
