If I could give this all back
I would be home in the morning
I’d wake up in a cold sweat
Take a flight back to the city I was born in
And I would wipe myself clean
Of what I knew was unimportant
I'd try to fit back into all my old clothing
I'll move back home forever
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I'll say
And I'll take 89 to Boston
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk and she'll say
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess,
"Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess,
but I found the world boring
So I called my old friends
but they only ever ask me how tour is
And there's still weight on my back,
I guess the stage was my mask
I forgot the way I looked before I wore it
I'll move back home forever
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I'll say
And I'll take 89 to Boston
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk and she'll say
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess,
"Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess"
Now I find comfort in the cold
I'll move back home forever
And I'll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I'll say
And I'll take 89 to Boston
And I'll help her set up her new apartment
And we'll get drunk and she'll say
"Shit, you're a mess, you're a mess,
"Oh, you're a mess, you're a mess,
