You break all my pretty things
Watch me cry and pick them up
I gather pieces from every room and make a shrine to show you up
Eat my dust if you must
Why did it have to be this way
I held on for as long as my body would obey
So bless this mess bless this mess bless this mess we're living in
Why do you want to hurt me so
Is it just because you can?
No one will ever know as much as you, but we know when we see a man
And we don't
Why do you lie? The peace you seek is in those secrets that you keep
Self-control is a useful tool
I guess your mama forgot that too
So bless this mess
Bless this mess
Bless this mess we're living iB