Mess کے بول

It’s a mess, messy like before when I couldn’t think straight I take my shoes off in the need of walking bare-foot Can’t seem to take a step What I want the most is to go wherever and to be free I beg for frames to tuck me in I frame my face with a dartboard and look around, waiting When things can work out I don’t need to worry When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry When I see me I see them, eating me I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh When I see me I see them, eating me I’m a bird, but I really just circulate around my nest Down under they are daydreaming based on what they see But nothing’s like it seems The nest is empty, head is full, can’t make a move I beg for frames to tuck me in When the skies burst I will find my own way, on my own When things can work out I don’t need to worry When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry When I see me I see them, eating me I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh When I see me I see them, eating me And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound