
You’ve got me messed up.
You’ve got me drinking
Because I’m pissed off over wasted time.
Had me making unnecessary changes
When all along
It wasn’t me, it was you
Who was all wrong.
You’ve got me messed up.
You’ve got me changing my look
Taking special care
Trying to make my ways pleasing
When all the while you were deceiving?
You were trying to turn me into someone
You weren’t willing or even able to be for me?
Oh, boy, you’ve got me messed up.
It’s was never about me, it was always about you.
Though you could name every one of my flaws,
You would never admit that you were the cause… well, of most of them.
You were blind to your own demons.
You would pick and choose our sins.
Your lips would never touch my wine glass,
But you had no problem drinking from my cup?
Well if you thought you’d get another chance,
Bruh, you’ve got me messed up!
