Testo Mess For You

Fancy restaurant
You know just what turns me on
It’s like all your bad ideas have been pulled straight out of my head

Winter waterfront
It’s so cold, we walk along
You know I was fucking sad, but now you’re here holding my hand
And you really had me going for a second
For a minute really had me second guessing
Took me way down down, then back up again

I think you fried my system
Migraines, headaches, blurred vision
So nice so good boy Christian
But you kiss me like i’m your religion

Stop calling me an angel
I’m not cute, i’m not smart, i’m not special
I thought you’d send me straight to hell
But now i’m in heaven

Late drive, brand new song And you even sang along
Oh yeah, I see what you did, you even snuck my name in

Bridge over the lake
Oh come on, you know I hate that you chose the most cliche place to kiss me for the first time again

Bet that you never expected me to call it off
I was scared to death, nevertheless, know what I want
And that’s what you like about me, isn’t it?

I think you fried my system
Migraines, headaches, blurred vision
So nice so good boy Christian
But you fuck me like i’m your religion

Stop calling me an angel
I’m not cute, i’m not smart, i’m not special
I thought you’d send me straight to hell
But now i’m in heaven

Oh baby, i’m still obsessed with you
I’m still a mess for you
Even when I’m lying next to you
I’m still a mess

I think you fried my system
Migraines, headaches, blurred vision
So nice so good boy Christian
But you fuck me like i’m your religion

Stop calling me an angel
I’m not cute, i’m not smart, i’m not special
I thought you’d send me straight to hell
But now i’m in heaven

Oh baby, i’m still obsessed with you
I’m still a mess for you
Even when I’m lying next to you
I’m still a mess for you

Oh baby, i’m still obsessed with you
I’m still a mess for you
Even when I’m lying next to you
I’m still a mess