Mess - Emily Kinney

I got bruises on my body

Scratches on my face

Cookie crumbs, empty bottles all over the place

And my bathroom mirror seemed to lose its shine

When you leave you always seem to leave a little mess behind

When you leave you always leave a little mess

Oh I am cleaning out my cupboards

Dusting off my frames

Scrub myself with soap so I can’t whisper your name

Sweeping around in circles

Trying to get you off my mind

When you leave you always leave a little mess behind

When you leave you always leave a little mess

Your cigarette smell and your leather jacket taste

It lingers in the air and it never goes away

You’re like the black hand stamp that I can’t rub off

You’re like a tethered ankle bracelet, that I can’t seem to unknot

And if you want to come around then call

It’s so early in the morning or so late at night

When you poke my side and start a little play fight

We are kissing in dark corners on your mothers floor

The kind of love that my sides so sore

The kind of love that makes me just want more

Your cigarette smell and your leather jacket taste

It lingers in the air, right in front of my face

I got a blue stained t-shirt

My scratch is bleeding

I’m sure everyone is this room can see

You make a mess you make a mess of me

Oh I am usually so clean

Baby you shouldn’t be so sharp

But you always come around when I’m about to fall apart

I’m like a fragile house of cards and you’re the one who wins

Sweep me up by surprise and I’m on the floor again

Your cigarette smell and your leather jacket taste

It lingers in the air and it stays all day

You’re like the black hand stamp that I can’t rub off

You’re like a tethered ankle bracelet that I don’t want to unknot

And if you want to come around then call

And if you wanna get me down, I’m got

And if you wanna know what matches a lot

Come over come over, were both in town

Come over come over, because I want you around

I want you I want you, to grab my waist

I want you I want you to make, me a mess