Hot Mess (Live At Npr'S Tiny Desk)

Now what, my darling? Two years have passed
Got twenty-seven, still crying in cars
Stop planning our lives on things that haven't been said
We're not dead

Waiting for the
Countdown, happy birthday
Dry heave, I am not okay
Brain rot in a pretty dress
I'm a hot mess
Wake up, do the same thing
Break up, then we're dancing
Oh, why am I so on ride to do it again and again?

I can't fight it, you try driving
Exit to the end in sight, dear
Make it ugly, put on a show
Hack it that I hate you so that I can let go

One more reunion (One more), then goodbye again (Goodbye again)
Oh, God, I'd be lying if I didn't want ten
Stop drafting replies to things that haven't been said
He's not dead

Still waiting for the (Three)
Countdown, happy New Year (Two, one)
Don't know why I'm still unclear (Woo)
Where'd I go? Take a fucking guess
I'm a hot mess
Wake up, do the same thing
Break up, then we're dancing
Oh, why am I so on ride to do it again and again?

I can't fight it, you try driving
Exit to the end in sight, dear
Make it ugly, put on a show
Hack it that I hate you so that I can let go

Let me let go
Let me let go (Let me let go)
Let me let go

I can't fight it, you try driving
Exit to the end in sight, dear
Make it ugly, put on a show
Hack it that I hate you so that I can let go

(Let me let go)
Let me let go
(Let me let go)
Let me let go
(Let me let go)
Let me let go