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 feel like I should call
you up Maybe take a shot, let you out of it
Get a quarter to three
Maybe look through your camera roll
The tequila's starting to take its hold I was hoping baby,
maybe you'd be
As messed up as me
And all alone
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
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 only inside
You rap tonight like your arms are just killing you
Lips red with misery,
still looks comfortable to me
Are you as messed up as me
And all alone
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 When we used to
Beat the sound,
run it down And go around,
go around,
go around,
go around
I'm out tonight and I feel like I should call you up
Take a shot,
let you out of it Get a quarter to three
As messed up as me And all alone
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
Oh,
you know it's true,
baby You know it's true,
baby
Tell me, are you as messed up as me?