When I get blue, I get dark blue When I have one, I always have a few
When I get gone, I get real gone When I get it wrong, I get it real wrong
I'm out tonight and I'm feeling like I should call you up
Maybe take a shot that you're wide awake at a quarter to three
Maybe looking through your camera roll, the tequila's starting to take a toll
I was hoping, baby, maybe you'd be as messed up as me
And all alone, and all your friends have all gone home
And you hate that the truth is nobody leaves
Your head and your heart and your bed and your sheets
As messed up as me, as messed up as me
When you get mad, you stay that way
And you always say you're doing okay
But we both know it's probably a lie
And you fall into pieces on the inside
And you're out tonight like you always are
You're dressed to kill and your lips are red
And misery still loves company
Are you as messed up as me?
And all alone, and all your friends have all gone home
And you hate that the truth is nobody leaves
Your head and your heart and your bed and your sheets
As messed up as me and you
And we used to paint this town, burn it down
Go round, go round, go round
Hey, what are you doing right now?
I'm out tonight and I'm feeling like I should call you up
And maybe take a shot that you're wide awake
At a quarter to three
As messed up as me
And all alone, and all your friends have all gone home
And you hate that the truth is nobody leaves
Your head and your heart and your bed and your sheets
As messed up as me, as messed up as me
What are you doing right now?