You’re a Mess In Public
Flatsound
We used to talk in the summer before we had things to do
And in the winter we would talk before school
I was feeling impeccable toward everything in my life
It’s Tuesday, 3 am and you write, I wanted to die
You’re a mess in public, but I still think you’re cute
And if I could I would take back the things I do
Because I was feeling impeccable toward everything at the time
It’s Tuesday, 3 am and you write, fuck, I wanted to die