The Mess

You know i thought real hard,
about doing myself away,
just so you two could meet at the funeral
throw in some dust and say
"What the hell are we all fightin about,
we had one big thing in common now he's stuck there underground"

So i'm putting all my punch hole tear rolls aside,
It's all my fault i'm always looking for a new place to hide
Just look at what a mess i've left behind

Well I was pushing up the daisies
and knocking weak at the gates
when a voice piped up from near St. Kilda said
we're meeting up 'round 8
So i cancelled my reservation coz they knew i'd never miss a chance,
just to see you clinkin' glasses and get the chills on when ye dance

So i'm putting all my punch hole tear rolls aside,
It's all my fault i'm always looking for a new place to hide
Just look at what a mess i've left behind

Now i'm seein things real simple
like a western or a good fist fight
and i'll gladly be the one who's bleeding
picking up his teeth with an old flash light

And it's a sad, sad song,
but can't we just get a round and get along,
rock on

When I realised my blame I got cut thru as if by lightning,
but that communication thing always left me frightened
Now look at what a mess i've left behind

This is the way i say i love ya,
this is is the way i say i'm a jack off
These are the words i say in the mornin'
before i kiss yer pretty little cheek and fuck off