Dodie Clark

Hot Mess

Dodie Clark


Now what, my darling?
Two years have passed
God, 27
Still crying in cars
Stop planning our lives
On things that haven’t been said
We’re not dead

Waiting for the

Count down, 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
Why am I so alright
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
And goodbye again
Oh, God, I'd be lying
If I didn't want 10
Stop drafting replies
To things that haven’t been said
He’s not dead

Still waiting for the

Count down, happy new year
Don't know, I am still unclear
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
Why am I so alright
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
I can 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)