Lyrics:

If I could give this all back
I would be home,
In the morningI`d wake up in a cold sweat
Take a flight back
To the city I was born in
And I would wipe
Myself clean
Of what I knew
Was unimportant
I`d want typical things
I`d try to fit back into
All my old clothing

And I would prove
Myself wrong
That all along the
Problem was me
With all my bitterness gone
Happy, I`d be

I`ll move back home forever
I`ll feed the dogs
And I`ll put all
My pieces back
Together where they belong
And I`ll say I`m a mess,
I`m a mess
Oh god, I`m a mess
And I`ll take 89 to Boston

See my love and I`ll help her
Set up her new apartment
And we`ll get drunk
And she`ll say
Shit, you`re a mess,
You`re a mess
Good god, you`re a mess
Oh, you`re a mess,
You`re a mess
Good god

So I paid off my debts
But I found the world boring
So I called my old friends
But they only ever ask me
How tour is
And there`s still weight
On my back, I just try to ignore it
I guess the stage was my mask
I forgot the way
I looked before I wore it

And I would prove myself wrong
That all along the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone
Happy, I`ll be

I`ll move back home forever
I`ll feed the dogs and
I`ll put all
My pieces back together
Where they belong
And I`ll say I`m a mess,
I`m a mess
Oh god, I`m a mess
And I`ll take 89 to Boston
See my love and I`ll help her
Set up her new apartment
And we`ll get drunk
And she`ll say
Shit, you`re a mess,
You`re a mess
Good god,
You`re a mess
Oh, you`re a mess,
You`re a mess

It`s not what I had hoped
Now I find comfort
In the cold

I`ll move back
Home forever
I`ll feed the dogs and I`ll put all
My pieces back
Together where they belong
And I`ll say I`m a mess,
I`m a mess
Oh god, I`m a mess
And I`ll take 89 to Boston
See my love and I`ll help her
Set up her new apartment
And we`ll get drunk
And she`ll say
Shit, you`re a mess,
You`re a mess
Good god, you`re a mess
Oh, you`re a mess,
You`re a mess
Good god