When I get blue, I get dark blue When I have one, I always have a fewWhen I get gone, I get real gone When I get it wrong, I get it real wrongI'm out tonight and I'm feeling like I should call you upMaybe take a shot that you're wide awake at a quarter to threeMaybe looking through your camera roll, the tequila's starting to take a tollI was hoping, baby, maybe you'd be as messed up as meAnd all alone, and all your friends have all gone homeAnd you hate that the truth is nobody leavesYour head and your heart and your bed and your sheetsAs messed up as me, as messed up as meWhen you get mad, you stay that wayAnd you always say you're doing okayBut we both know it's probably a lieAnd you fall into pieces on the insideAnd you're out tonight like you always areYou're dressed to kill and your lips are redAnd misery still loves companyAre you as messed up as me?And all alone, and all your friends have all gone homeAnd you hate that the truth is nobody leavesYour head and your heart and your bed and your sheetsAs messed up as me and youAnd we used to paint this town, burn it downGo round, go round, go roundHey, what are you doing right now?I'm out tonight and I'm feeling like I should call you upAnd maybe take a shot that you're wide awakeAt a quarter to threeAs messed up as meAnd all alone, and all your friends have all gone homeAnd you hate that the truth is nobody leavesYour head and your heart and your bed and your sheetsAs messed up as me, as messed up as meWhat are you doing right now?