When I get blue,
I get dark blue
When I have one, I always have a few
When I get gone,
I get real gone
When I get it wrong, I get it real wrong
I'm out tonight and I'm feeling like I should call you up
Maybe take a shot that you're wide awake at a quarter to three
Maybe looking through your camera roll
The tequila's starting to take a toll
I was hoping baby,
maybe you'd be as messed up as me
And all alone,
and all your friends have all gone home
And you hate that the truth is nobody leaves
your head and your heart and your bed and your sheets
As messed up as me
As messed up as me
When you get mad,
you stay that way And you always say you're doing okay
But we both know it's probably a lie
And you fall into pieces on the inside
And you're out tonight like you always are
You're dressed to kill and your lips are red
And misery still loves company Are you as messed up as me?
And all alone,
and all your friends have all gone home
And you hate that the truth is nobody leaves your
head and your heart and your bed and your sheets
As messed up as me and you And we used to paint this town,
burn it down
And go round and round and round
Round and round and round
And what are you doing right now?
Round and round and round
I'm out tonight and I'm feeling like I should call you up
Maybe take a shot that you're wide awake at a quarter to three
As messed up as me
And all alone,
and all your friends have all gone home
And you hate that the truth is nobody leaves your
head and your heart and your bed and your sheets
As messed up as me
As messed up as me
What were you doing right now?