Messed Up Kid Songtext
von Zach Bryan

Well, I guess old men on the street prove that time really does fly
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls love goodbyes
And I guess a black dress at a funeral means that life has one sting
And I guess a girl like you lovin′ me must mean angels love anything

'Cause I′m a messed-up kid, nothin' to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I′m a messed-up kid with nothin′ to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I′m a messed-up kid

Well, my old man says I'm wild, and my mama says I′m reckless
And that color in your eyes reminds me of East Texas

I'm a messed-up kid, nothin′ to spare
I'll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed-up kid


Messed-up kid with nothin′ to show
′Cept a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go
I′m a messed-up kid

And all this bullshit that I've been through
And all the hardships I′ve grown 'kin to
They take me around, leave me feelin′ down
But you pick me up every time

'Cause I'm a messed-up kid, nothin′ to spare
I′ll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed-up kid with nothin′ to show
Except a girl saying she'll be here everywhere I go

I′m a messed-up kid, nothin' to spare
I′ll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands going through your hair
Messed-up kid

Well, I guess old men on the street prove that time really does fly
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls love goodbyes
I'm a messed-up kid