My Own Mess

It's more than ordinary
Sometimes it is scary
I'm more than open to anything
I think it's amazing
That when it comes to facing
Nearly everyone shuts their door on change
I just sat down to breathe
For a second now I see
That it will never make sense all at once
It will come some days
Or some that’s extra late
Nobody wants to ever face a gun

Well I might'a got caught up in the middle of my own mess
As time goes on I'll get through it
I hope that I won't make the same mistake again
But till then I will try not to lose it

It's more than ordinary
Sometimes it is scary
I'm more than open to anything
I think it's amazing
The way it comes to facing
Nearly everyone shuts their door on change

I just sat down to breathe
For a second now I see
That it will never make sense all at once
It will come some days
Oh some that’s real late
Nobody wants to ever face a gun

Well I might'a got caught up in the middle of my own mess
As time goes on I'll get through it
I hope that I won't make the same mistake again
But till then I will try not to lose it