The Mess I Have Made

I went to his house
Like I normally would
But what to do now
When all I can do
Is think of you
And the mess I have made
What a day
What a god damn day
He and I, we laugh
He and I, we can cry
We can talk all night
I can pretend
All I can
But at the end of the day
He’s here with me
While you are not
But I’m starting to think
He’s slowly on to me
Oh the mess I have made
What a day
What a god damn day

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