Mess کے بول

pull the car onto the shoulder now you're making a mess just a little bit of irony your life is running out your eyeballs in a pretty blue parade things were fine until the angel poked out of your chest and read your happy life the riot act now you're drowning in a sea of broken promises you made breakup breakdown pull the joystick back until you black out softly pull the bull out of the china shop he's making a mess let him loose into the gallery pour the dust into the bloodstream till it's all that you can see what's the point in pulling punches you can't even guess what's the point in faking flattery what's the point in anything that pulls you far away from me? we're so very sorry