Storyteller

Is it what it really seems
Storytelling memories
Of how we used to be so free
Tell me am I what you need

Wish I could turn back the time
Wish I wasn't always high
Wish I could've been that guy
Wish I wish I

Wish I would've been what they wanted me to be
With a girl right there who only needs me
I wish It could've been me
I wish It could've been me, back then

And I bet they probably thinking
That I'm sinking in my thoughts
And that I'm slowly going off on
All the women who took off

And left without a single text
After the sex we had in bed
And If I wasn't what you needed
Then That's what you should've said

I'm Sorry I'm a mess
It's Harder to confess
I'm sorry I'm a mess
Baby What did you expect

I'm Sorry I'm a mess
It's Harder to confess
I'm sorry I'm a mess
Baby What did you expect

I'm Sorry I'm a mess

Baby What did you expect