Friday Pilots Club - Hot Mess lyrics

She's a hot mess 150 down the highway in a
Sundress watch her burn it up I'm bearing
Witness
'Cause if she said that I look better
Down the barrel of a Beretta, oh
I couldn't protest reckless
Don't mean a thing if you ain't kinda
Hopeless as she told me not to waste another
Moment no point resisting giving up control
I'm giving up control

You got me on the way out
Honey on the way down you're so personal
Call it how you see it
Tell me that you need it

Better when we're tongue tied
Than bitter on a bad night
You say it's not personal
What's the point of leaving
Almost off the deep end

So what's a comeback
Without just a little bit of combat
Clawing up my back oh would you want that?
Would you slip the pill
Would you run the blade right through
Just for the contact "Fuck that"
She says as she throws another shot back
No sweet talk, let's just play it abstract
What's love but the price of being sold?
I'm giving up control

You got me on the way out
Honey on the way down you're so personal
Call it how you see it
Tell me that you need it

Better when we're tongue tied
Than bitter on a bad night
You say it's not personal
What's the point of leaving
Almost off the deep end

Get too close and I'm giving up control
Jump my bones tell me what I wanna know
Do things I won't so could never let you go
Yeah baby every time you

Get too close and I'm giving up control
Jump my bones tell me what I wanna know
Make me promise I won't ever tell a soul

You got me on the way out
Honey on the way down you're so personal
Call it how you see it
Tell me that you need it

Better when we're tongue tied
Than bitter on a bad night
You say it's not personal
What's the point of leaving
Almost off the deep end