Mess lyrics

pull the car onto the shoulder now
you`re making a mess
just a little bit of irony
your life is running out your eyeballs in a pretty blue parade
things were fine until the angel
poked out of your chest
and read your happy life the riot act
now you`re drowning in a sea of broken promises you made

breakup breakdown
pull the joystick back
until you black out softly

pull the bull out of the china shop
he`s making a mess
let him loose into the gallery
pour the dust into the bloodstream till it`s all that you can see
what`s the point in pulling punches
you can`t even guess
what`s the point in faking flattery
what`s the point in anything that pulls you far away from me?

we`re so very sorry
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