You're a Mess in Public

We used to talk in the summer before we had things to do

And in the winter we would talk before school

I was feeling impeccable toward everything in my life

It’s tuesday, 3am and you write, “i wanted to die”

You’re a mess in public, but I still think you’re cute

And if I could I would take back the things I do

Because I was feeling impeccable toward everything at the time

It’s tuesday, 3am and you write, “****, I wanted to die”