I Made a Mess Here (22 Symphony)

You know that I miss you
But I'm conflicted
The way that I feel about you
No, I should not feel it
And if you were the answer
To all these questions
I think I'll be a man first
Admit that I made a mess here
Yeah, I made a mess here
Well, I made a mess here
Oh, I made a mess here
You know that I saw it
All those letters you wrote
I buried them in moving boxes
To keep the memories honest
How do you write like an angel?
And yet you burn like a spitfire
Like that October in Salem
When you were my safe haven
Oh, but you made a mess here
Yeah, you made a mess here
Yeah, you made a mess here
I think about it on Sunday
After my chores and my laundry
If nostalgia blinds hindsight
Why all these cravings at midnight?
And now we stand on your front steps
You say:
"I think you should know this,
Dylan if you didn't notice,
There's someone else in my focus."