Hawaiian Punch

Love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess It's imperfectly fine No one is as happy as they seem online Love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess It's imperfectly fine Just polishing moments and hoping they shine If we got a do-over, we would get it so right There's no sense in squandering the hindsight I'm afraid to let go, been holding on way too tight Know you won't leave, thinking that you just might I Invited houseguests, resentment, and envy Serving drama, make sure we got plenty Playing trouble until we're saying sorry Two player couples therapy on the Atari Love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess It's imperfectly fine No one is as happy as they seem online Love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess Yeah, love is a mess It's imperfectly fine Just polishing moments and hoping they shine Words are loaded weapons, fire is unfriendly Sticks and stones hurt, but the right verbs would end me Controlling every nerve, because perfection's trendy I'm not perfect or wire, won't stay where you bend me Minds are just an attic, filled with insecure haunts Take out all the static, nothing left here to flaunt Our love is traumatic, typed in italic font I must be an addict, it's the only thing I want If we got a do-over, we would get it so right