Mess by The Hard Aches Lyrics

The perfect little mess
To the West, to the West of Melbourne
I'm a little bit stressed
I don't really know where I'm going yet

But we should be speaking
But you're freaking out
You ask me to leave
We're not burning out

The perfect little mess
To the West, to the West of Melbourne
I'm a little less stressed
And I kinda know where I'm going

We should be sleeping
But you're freaking out
You ask me to leave
We're not burning out

We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out
We're not burning out