Mess.

If I could hold you,
and take you home.
Sing you to sleep,
and hold you close.
It’s Saturday night,
I wanna hold you tight.
But I’m a mess.

I wish I could take you
to that height,
where we just find peace.
Sit and talk and eat alot.
I can take care of you,
But I’m a mess. 

All the lights will,
guide me to your way.
I feel that dark, ’bout you.
You can’t make a spark now.
I’m a mess.

And in night,
I want to look at you,
Every second, every minute.
I want to hug you.
Even if I’m a mess. 

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