Make a Mess

Ah-ah, ah-ah

I never felt this way before and won't again
But I just can't get this feeling pried away from both your hands
There's no way I can meet all these demands
And this gun you're holdin' to my head will only make a mess
If God is on my side, can someone tell me why
I wake up every morning scared that I'll be crucified?
And I'm out of luck, so what the fuck do I have to prove? I said
I would die for you, so would it kill you once to just pretend?

We would've made it last
Have you learned from the feeling?
Try to see past the scars when they're healing
Do you understand me?
We can't keep on making this worse
When we knew this wouldn't last

Yeah, suffocate the pain till you bleed blue
Mm-mm, cellophane tears I can see through
Yeah, you tell me forever, but I don't believe you
How come we always end up seeing red?
'Cause I would die for you
So would it kill you once to just pretend?

We would've made it last
Have you learned from the feeling?
Try to see past the scars when they're healing
Do you understand me?
We can't keep on making this worse
When we knew this wouldn't last

(We both knew this wouldn't last)
(We both knew this wouldn't last)
(We both knew this wouldn't last)
(I can keep holding you back)

And when it's gone too far
From all the pain you face
And so the hand you hold
Becomes the hand that makes you suffocate

We knew this wouldn't last
Have you learned from the feeling?
Try to see past the scars when they're healing
Do you understand me?
We can't keep on making this worse
When we knew this wouldn't last

(We both knew this wouldn't last)
(We both knew this wouldn't last)
(We both knew this wouldn't last)
(I can keep holding you back)
When we knew this wouldn't la–