Verse 1:
Lately I can't see over these concrete memory hedges that you keep planting in on me.
Loose, Loose, becoming so loose around the edges, I watch common sense up and flee.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, words are free, no comfort, people are so messy.
Even if you try to play nice they still might go and tear at the seams.
We're so damn messy.

Chorus:
Today's as good as any other to chance your arm and pull the other.
Today x4

Today could be the day.
Verse 2:
Everything that's new becomes a part of you but isn't it so strange that from the change you can never go back.

A truce, a truce, wishing that you could just call a truce,
to put an end to the constant attack.
Every year you go the messiness just seems to grow and grow.

Thoughts, kisses, fears and screams and slightly beneath lie hidden secret dreams.
We're so damn messy
Chorus:

End:
People are so, so messy x2