I’m just a mess Dressed up in black and white. I’m not here to make friends, I’m barely here tonight. So put down your judgement, And pull up your standards. You came looking for trouble, I am worse than that. I’m your bad decision. I’m your favourite mistake. Every red flag waving, Yeah, I brought the whole parade. Got a war in my head, And a grin on my face. I collect little disasters Like they’re souvenirs from better days. Soul sick. I’m emotionally expensive. Cheap at first, Then suddenly offensive. Soul sick. No friends. No family. Just people I accidentally keep. I say I don’t need anybody, Then wonder why nobody speaks. Six feet deep In the shit I overthink. Knee-deep in being cheap Pink ink signature on the sink Go ahead and hate me. Everyone gets a turn. I make jokes about the fire While I watch myself burn. Two middle fingers For the things I can’t explain. If love is a lesson, I keep skipping the same page. Soul sick. I’m emotionally expensive. Cheap at first, Then suddenly offensive. Soul sick. I’m just a nightmare With a pretty good smile. A God in my own hell, At least for a while. I waited. I watched. Let everybody move on. I said I was fine Just pour me some wine. I was just getting started, Then the whole thing went wrong. Someone changed the fucking playlist And suddenly I’m writing a song. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. I’m not the villain. I’m just badly behaved. There’s a difference, apparently, According to the mistakes I’ve made. I don’t need saving. I need eight hours of sleep. And maybe someone patient Who doesn’t ask me what I mean. Soul sick. I’m emotionally expensive. Cheap at first, Then suddenly offensive. Soul sick. A little fucked up. A little dramatic. A little too honest And completely wasted Soul sick. I’m emotionally expensive. Cheap at first, Then suddenly offensive. Soul sick. Soul sick. Soul sick. Soul sick.
