The Holy Mess - Spencer Reid lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

You little arsonist, you set my hair on fire

Couldn't sleep until it burned out

And my set is burning up like a funeral fire

Think it is gone for good

A force in my head calls me a liar

I come clean and I fall on the floor

You ever come up being sick and tired?

Tell me if you would!

(Chorus)

(I get lost in a bad translation)

Show me I mean anything to you

Tell me you got better shit to do

Show me I'm the one disfigured

Map to map, caress that figures(?)

Show me I mean anything to you

(Verse)

You little alchemist, you let the uninspired formulas

Be gone for ages

With tattered pages, lots of wisdom, lots of words

So, my head is calling me a liar

Coming clean, can I borrow a shirt?(?)

I got a thing of being sick and tired

Stagger me if you could (?)

(Chorus)

(I get lost in a bad translation)

Show me I mean anything to you

Tell me you got better shit to do

Show me I'm the one disfigured

Map to map, caress that figures(?)

Show me I mean anything to you

Show me I mean anything to you