Emily Kinney

Emily Kinney - Mess lyrics

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[Verse 1]

I've got bruises on my body, scratches on my face

Cookie crumbs, empty bottles all over my place

And my bathroom mirror seemed to lose its shine

When you leave you always leave a little mess behind

When you leave you always leave a little mess



[Verse 2]

Oh, I am cleaning out my cupboards, dusting off my frames

Scrubbed my mouth with soap so I can't whisper your name

Sweeping 'round 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



[Chorus]

Your cigarette smell, broke leather jacket taste

It lingers in the air right in front of my face

You're like a bar marker star stamp I can't scrub off

You're like a tattered ankle bracelet I can't seem to unknot

And if you wanna come around I'm caught



[Verse 3]

It's so early in the morning, so late at night

When you pull my hair and start a little play-fight

We are kissing in dark corners at my parents' floor

The kind of love that makes my knees and elbows sore

The kind of love that makes me just want more



[Chorus]

Your cigarette smell, broke leather jacket taste

It lingers in the air and it stays all day

I've got a blue stained t-shirt, my scratches bleed

I'm sure everyone on the subway can see

You make a mess, you make a mess of me



[Verse 4]

I am usually so clean, baby, usually so sharp

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

I'm like a fragile house of cards, you're that small gust of wind

Sweep by, quite the surprise I'm on the floor again



[Chorus]

Your cigarette smell, broke leather jacket taste

It lingers in the air and it never goes away

You're like a bar marker star stamp I can't scrub off

You're like a tattered ankle bracelet I don't wanna unknot

And if you wanna come around I'm caught

And if you wanna get me down I'm got

And if you wanna know how much it's a lot



Come over, come over, are we both in town

Come over, come over 'cause I want you around

I want you, I want you to rip up my dress

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