Beautiful Mess

Well I wake up every evening
Cause I don’t have nothing to do
Yeah I spend all my days dreaming
Cause I don’t have a job to lose
I could fight it, I could fake it
But I don’t cause I make it
I don’t need no relief
This is the life that I choose
Well I love this mess
That I call my life
Guess that’s the price that I pay
For doing half right
Though I’ve got it made
I’ve never tried
To have it this way
But I won’t deny
I like it best
As a beautiful mess
Every stitch of clothes I own lay here on the ground
And the smell alone puts me down without a sound
Well there’s stains on the floor
And there’s change and there’s chords
And if I was a child, I’d have a million chores
But I love this mess
That I call my life
Guess that’s the price that I pay
For doing half right
Though I’ve got it made
I’ve never tried
To have it this way
But I won’t deny
I like it best
As a beautiful mess
Yeah this is how I am
The only way I can be
I ain’t got no locks
I ain’t got no keys
But I love this mess
That I call my life
Guess that’s the price that I pay
For doing half right
Though I’ve got it made
I’ve never tried
To have it this way
But I won’t deny
I like it best
As a beautiful mess
Yeah, I like it best
As a beautiful mess