(Verse 1) Lately, I’ve been stumbling, Down a crooked line. Every step I’m taking, Feels less like it’s mine. I hear the whistle blowing, But I can’t change the track— My train’s been off the rails, And I can’t pull it back. (Pre-Chorus) I thought I was smooth, like a cat on the prowl, But now I see I’m tangled in my own denial. Spinning wheels, and I’m losing control— A jazzy trainwreck, heart and soul. (Chorus) I’m a hot mess on parade, Dancing through the wreck I’ve made. Every choice, a shaky bet, In the mirror, there’s regret. But the jazz keeps playing, so I’ll take the cue, And turn this trainwreck into something new. (Verse 2) Conductor of chaos, That’s what I’ve become. Faking all my rhythms, But the beat’s out of drum. I’ve been spilling all my coffee, And losing all my keys— Living like a tornado, Riding on a breeze. (Pre-Chorus) Thought I was cool, like a trumpet's cry, But my story’s a mess, and the notes run dry. Skidding on the tracks of a dream gone wild, Playing the fool, a reckless child. (Chorus) I’m a hot mess on parade, Dancing through the wreck I’ve made. Every choice, a shaky bet, In the mirror, there’s regret. But the jazz keeps playing, so I’ll take the cue, And turn this trainwreck into something new. (Bridge) Maybe I’ve been blind, or maybe just too bold, A solo out of tune, a story half-told. But there’s something in the chaos, something in the swing, A chance to rewrite, to let the blues sing. (Chorus) I’m a hot mess on parade, Dancing through the wreck I’ve made. Every choice, a shaky bet, In the mirror, there’s regret. But the jazz keeps playing, so I’ll take the cue, And turn this trainwreck into something new. (Outro) So here’s to the messes, The lessons they bring— I’ll dust off the wreckage, And learn how to swing. 'Cause every trainwreck’s got a rhythm, Every wrong note, a groove— I’ll ride this line of chaos, 'Til I find my next move.
