| Tall, dark, and type A as hell |
| No problem picking up after yourself |
| The aftermath of hurricane me, the wreckage you know that I leave |
| Clothes, books and plates on the shelves |
| If somebody lived here, well you couldn’t tell |
| The hurt, the hate, the crisis of us, swept under an Ikea rug |
| We would judge everyone else, like we were spotless |
| Didn’t see no dirty laundry in the closet |
| You kept it so neat, just like your whiskey |
| So how did we end so messy |
| Messy |
| Kissed a girl, trashed in a bar |
| Now everyone knows just how two faced you are |
| Playing the victim with all of our friends, say sorry but do it again |
| We would judge everyone else, like we were spotless |
| Didn’t see no dirty laundry in the closet |
| You kept it so neat, just like your whiskey |
| So how did we end so messy |
| Messy |
| Shiny and polished, this house is dishonest |
| Got so much in common with you |
| Misrepresentation, the mess you were making |
| Blew up in the face of the truth |
| Play dirty, it’s just what you do |
| We would judge everyone else, like we were spotless |
| Didn’t see no dirty laundry in the closet |
| You kept it so neat, just like your whiskey |
| So how did we end so messy |
| Messy |
| Messy |