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Mess

She woke up early but she's still so late
Mind's clouded up, she's not thinking straight
A face beside her bed
The song lyrics fill the empty space
While she sits and waits and waits
For some beautiful boy to come and save her

Saying

Look, look, look at the mess I made
Streaks of color on an empty page
They kinda match the color of your eyes
Honestly to me it's quite a surprise
That someone like you would be willing
To pick up the mess named me

He's living the life his father chose
Unknown to him, that's how it goes
His older brother has true love
And like the hand of God above
It's pretty powerful, and he just wants that too
And he's locked in a room, saying

Look, look, look at the mess I've made
My father doesn't know I'm not okay
I've got your face memorized In my head
I really hope you don't have any plans
Cause it's impossible
To pick up the mess named me

They meet and the universe aligns
She's finally feeling alive
And he's understanding life
And they say

Look, look, look at the mess we've made
We've fallen in love, is that okay?

Look, look, look at the mess we've made
We've decided to go our own way
Living it out like it's the only thing we got
I'm just grateful you've given me a shot
You're picking up the mess
You're picking up this mess
Mess named me

Written by: Juliet Hummel-Anderson