Messed Up

To all my friends I guess it’s easy to see,

Cause they all day it ain’t good for me.

Lying to myself, trying to get over you.

But I’d say I put on a damn good show,

Acting tough as nails, so you won’t know

Truth from fiction. How hard it’s hittin,

For me to let you go.

 

Baby I’m Messed Up.

Doin my best to get dressed up.

Walk a straight line to the front door,

Take a deep breath and a couple more.

Baby I’m hurting,

Everything I try, ain’t workin.

Guess I like the high that the pain brings, with your memory

And I can’t get enough.

Baby I’m Messed up.

 

What I wanted to say, is what you wanted to hear.

I couldn’t swallow my pride, so I wound up here.

Kickin myself, drownin’ my tears.

Can’t see straight, but one thing is clear.

 

Baby I’m Messed Up.

Doin my best to get dressed up.

Walk a straight line to the front door,

Take a deep breath and a couple more.

Baby I’m hurting,

Everything I try, ain’t workin.

Guess I like the high that the pain brings, with your memory

And I can’t get enough.

Baby I’m Messed up.

 

Baby I’m Messed Up.

Doin my best to get dressed up.

Walk a straight line to the front door,

Take a deep breath and a couple more.

Baby I’m hurting,

Everything I try, ain’t workin.

Guess I like the high that the pain brings, with your memory

And I can’t get enough.

Baby I’m Messed up.