All My Mess

You try way Harder than I would ever admit Apologising for the shit I did Falling in and out of the bed And I swear you're The only one that I would ever die for Hand behind my head against the headboard Matted up my hair for what And we sleep 'til its early afternoon On a Sunday Finish the film and in some way I like it way more when we're tired Then you'll tell me That you love every part of my body And it makes me sick 'cause I can't even look at myself in the mirror So I'll stand here Shouting at you Cause that's all I've ever known to do But i love you I'm sorry for all of my mess