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letra de such a mess - sunday souvenirs

[verse 1]
i can never say the right thing
sometimes i wish that i could just stay quiet
but i’m worried she would catch on
when i play the piano
she comes in the room to tell me
about her day and how she’s been so busy
i want to tell her something helpful
but it ends up so shallow

[pre chorus]
maybe it’s the pride maybe it’s inside of me
maybe it’s my left side that always lies to me
maybe i’m a product of society
or maybe i’m selfish

[verse 2]
i spend 11 days a week and 32 every month
trying to piece together what my words have undone
i keep putting the corners in the middle
cause they work out a little
until she looks closer
finding all of my mistakes
she opens up my head to see my jigsaw brain
all of my priorities have gone out of order
[pre chorus]
maybe it’s the pride maybe it’s inside of me
maybe it’s my left side that always lies to me
maybe i’m a product of society
or maybe i’m selfish

[bridge]
i twisted up my tongue trying to talk too much
maybe i should bite it off to save our love
cause now i’m not the only one that feels it when i hit the ground
i twisted up my tongue trying to talk too much
maybe i should bite it off to save our love
cause now i’m not the only one that feels it when i hit the ground

[chorus]
all that she wanted was a little bit of empathy
but that was so much more than she would ever get from me
i stood there nodding my head
thinking of what should be said
but when i opened up my mouth
found out i’m such a mess
dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah

i stood there nodding my head
thinking of what should be said
but when i opened up my mouth
found out i’m such a mess

- sunday souvenirs

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