So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away And there's a pile in the closet where I threw some yesterday Maybe under the rug that's where I swept some the other day
The messes join forces, outside I hear them say "Come out with your hands up so we can blow you away"
And I walked out the door Blown wide open by the things I put away I'm out on the porch blown wide open The mess is where I lay
So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away And if I'm a slob, I never looked at it that way Irresponsible... well, you're not the first to say
Told her I'm sorry, I never wanted it this way Yeah, and I still need her but the mess won't go away
And I walked the door Blown wide open by the things I put away And I wasn't even warned, blown wide open The mess is where I lay
Blown wide open Blown wide open Blown wide open Blown wide...
The gun's still smoking Blood keeps flowing Blown wide open Blown wide...
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