I've got that lefty curse
Where everything that I do is flipped and awkwardly reversed
You're seldom known and barely missed
I always put myself in destructive situations
I need oxygen to be exposed where no one goes
Where no one's been
When it all comes crashing...

Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight

Somebody get my phone
So I can throw it in a public pool and watch it float
And as it's slowly sinking down, become a social ghost
Inside a box, cut out the top to let some light shine in
To remind me of what I've done and where I've been
When it all comes crashing...

Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Now we've got a big, big, big, big, big mess on our hands
On our hands

Don't give in, don't give up
I'll be gone
You don't look innocent enough
We're too young to be critics
We won't miss anything at all
Don't give in, don't give up
I don't look innocent with this big, big mess on us
Say something else

Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Now we've got a big, big, big, big, big mess on our hands
On our hands

Don't give in, don't give up
I'll be gone
I don't look innocent enough
We're too young to be cynics
We won't wish any harm at all
Don't give in, don't give up
No one looks innocent
With this big, big mess on our hands tonight

When it all comes crashing