When the mess gets too messy

completly exhausted
you drain all my energy
memories disolve, blurred by time
i can’t think straight
i can’t think straight..

recent scars, but no sign of battle
what goes on when i’m gone?
i know you’ve left me
but you forgot to leave me
your set of keys to my heart

if i could i would stop
i would back out of this mess
i know we chose to make it but
i guess i didn’t think
of the mess we would actually make
and i didn’t think
of the cleaning up we’d have to do