The Perfect Mess

So you got everything

(that you can count on one hand)

But your spirit grows weak

(and you feel like the better man)

You wanted it all, you like to play ball

But you know

Playing a role won't make you whole

No

The perfect mess you're in

It doesn't cost a thing

The perfect mess you've made

Shame

So a life in the breeze

(full of nothing you can recall)

It don't mean shit to me

(and your stories get boring and old)

Cheap kicks wear off no love is lost

And you go along for the ride

Keep what you find.

The perfect mess you're in

It doesn't cost a thing

The perfect mess you've made

Shame

Go on and disappear

yeh

Give and you take the more times you fake

Will leave you with a hole

That big wide space you know so well

And I can't save you

theres nothing waiting for you

You had your chances a credit that you blew.