These walls used to talk in such a brilliant way
I remember
Now the bleach has soaked down to the beams
And they barely say hello or goodbye
I'm not asking for anything
I just hold tight
I'm not asking for anything at all
I don't need your help
I just need a place to be
So come on, be my destination
And I’ll be your escape
From the mess that we've been making of each other
And the unlawful ways
That I've been drinking alone for days
I swear I need you more than I am showing
So come and dance with me
I’m confused, but I'm alive
All I'm trying to say is that
I'm sick of being a mess