I`ve got that lefty curse
Where everything that I do is flipped
And awkwardly reversed

You`re seldom known and barely missed
I always put myself
In destructive situations

I need oxygen
To be exposed where no one goes, where no one`s been
When it all comes crashing?


Now we`ve got a big, big
Mess on our hands tonight.


Somebody get my phone
So I can throw it in a public

Pool and watch it float
And as it slowly sinking down,
Become a social ghost

Inside a box, cut at the top
To let some light shine in
To remind me of what I`ve done and where I`ve been

When it all comes crashing?

Now we`ve got a big, big

Mess on our hands tonight.
Now we`ve got a big, big
Mess on our hands, on our hands.


Don`t give in, don`t give up,
I`ll be gone.

You don`t look innocent enough.
We`re too young to be critics
We won`t miss anything at all

Don`t give in, don`t give up
I don`t look innocent with this big big mess on,
I`ll say something else.


Now we`ve got a big big
Mess on our hands tonight.

Now we`ve got a big big
Mess on our hands, on our hands,


Don`t give in, don`t give up
I`ll be gone.
I don`t look innocent enough

We`re too young to be cynics
We won`t wish any harm at all
Don`t give in, don`t give up

No one looks innocent with this big big mess on our hands tonight.

When it all comes crashing.