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More Than A Mess

Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 all over sometimes just Am for the ooohooh
 Scene 1: Angeline walks out
 She's got a handful of lives
 She's rolling the dice
 Just 22 years old
 Guns got her blue
 And a bullet falls out
 Starts crawling about
 She gets down
 She gets rid of the gifts
 She won't live
 She refuses to live
 Cannot forgive
 Though it fell like a tack
 Spite the loss that she lacked
 And dead upon her back
 Can't get that back
 Scene 4 starts with the slam of a door
 Focus on down
 Bloody cars keys in hand
 Behind him the gray morning lights fuse as the the room containing the bodies of six
 dead ex-users
 And Dan wishes they'd been choosers
 Wouldn't of had to make them life's losers
 Oh this kid he's knows he's mis-measured
 But he thinks his mistake may be a treasure
 Feels near feels clear feels nearer than near
 At least more than over here with all the goddamn living
 Who think that grieving is a given
 They're doing a party across town right now Miss Angeline but he's got some misgivings
 Cause if he goes down to hang around with all those cheap clueless clowns his head hung
 with this heavy crown
 You can be sure as shit
 Oh something shall go down
 It's not the things that they want
 It's not the things that they need
 It's the weird guy glance that you've known your whole life
 They ask you 'bout
 How much did it bleed
 Dan says this as he leaves:
 "with that dress drunk and full of distress
 She was more than a mess to me
 She cant stand all the blood on my hands
 She is more than a mess to me"
 Ohhhohhhhh
 Scene 68 in a house full of snakes
 Phony so fucking false
 All their skin falls in flakes
 Toasted by some well dressed designers
 We met back in scene 11
 They barely escaped with their lives at the end of scene 57 by ducking soon
 That black banged 20 time tattooed young boomerang with nine wandering nothing
 Out of their parents houses
 Out and opened their mouths off of all kinds of somethings
 Say they've all stopped their whining
 As they circle I say
 Oh except Franny in the corner with her arms around her knees
 Shes wishing for dead
 Oh this tall kids whisper likes tress
 On bodies the prey
 I got nervous breath
 Oh my ride just left
 Got no choice but to stay
 I found me feeling sick
 Throat filled with dread
 I took a trip with a guy
 The kind you could drag behind you for a mile oh and then thank you for the ride
 It takes a stray of hands
 Oh to prove they're not playing
 But you answer
 Every display
 You're trying to say
 It's pretty late
 Oh it's late man
 With that dress drunk and full of distress
 She was more than a mess to me
 She can't stand all the blood on my hands
 She is more than a mess to me
 Let it be let it be let it be let it be
 Final scene conscience clean
 Dan walks into the house to pull Angeline out
 Walks in the backroom wraps the bullet up in a blanket
 Kisses Angeline on the mouth
 Oh give me a break
 Says some chump chewing a snake
 This did not dilute Dan's disgust
 And he beat him to dust
 Making escape with a cigarette dangling from some drooling fools lips
 That jerk tripped down on the carpet shielded up like a torch tip and the flames roses
 were split
 That was right
 Me oh throwing the phone out to die
 Dan tipped me off with a wink of his eye
 So I stood as the only bystander by
 The flames rose high and the dead did die
 And they all screamed loudly
 All screaming now
 Man the kid's mastered supporting the crash
 Floating a river of plastic streamed all across the grass
 Flooded the valley covered everything around
 Cooled off and froze solid deep downtown
 It smells slightly of skin
 And their tears turned to ground
 And they made some mighty fine monument
 Oh in contradiction town
 As I breathe in the fumes
 And I stare at the sky
 Just sit right on down
 Oh I always laugh stupid guy
 He told me a while
 Hey
 Ohhhohhh
 But that bullet still breathes
 I hope that bullet still breathes
 With that dress drunk and full of distress
 She was more than a mess to me
 She cant stand all the blood on my hands
 More than the rest to me
 We all go home
 We all go home
 One of these days

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Readable chord sheet for More Than A Mess by Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson

[G]   [Am]     [C]   all over sometimes just Am for the ooohooh

Scene 1: Angeline walks out
She's got a handful of lives
She's rolling the dice
Just 22 years old
Guns got her blue
And a bullet falls out
Starts crawling about
She gets down
She gets rid of the gifts
She won't live
She refuses to live
Cannot forgive
Though it fell like a tack
Spite the loss that she lacked
And dead upon her back
Can't get that back

Scene 4 starts with the slam of a door
Focus on down
Bloody cars keys in hand
Behind him the gray morning lights fuse as the the room containing the bodies of six
dead ex-users
And Dan wishes they'd been choosers
Wouldn't of had to make them life's losers
Oh this kid he's knows he's mis-measured
But he thinks his mistake may be a treasure
Feels near feels clear feels nearer than near
At least more than over here with all the goddamn living
Who think that grieving is a given
They're doing a party across town right now Miss Angeline but he's got some misgivings
Cause if he goes down to hang around with all those cheap clueless clowns his head hung
with this heavy crown
You can be sure as shit
Oh something shall go down

It's not the things that they want
It's not the things that they need
It's the weird guy glance that you've known your whole life
They ask you 'bout
How much did it bleed

Dan says this as he leaves:

"with that dress drunk and full of distress
She was more than a mess to me
She cant stand all the blood on my hands
She is more than a mess to me"

Ohhhohhhhh

Scene 68 in a house full of snakes
Phony so fucking false
All their skin falls in flakes
Toasted by some well dressed designers
We met back in scene 11
They barely escaped with their lives at the end of scene 57 by ducking soon
That black banged 20 time tattooed young boomerang with nine wandering nothing
Out of their parents houses
Out and opened their mouths off of all kinds of somethings
Say they've all stopped their whining
As they circle I say
Oh except Franny in the corner with her arms around her knees
Shes wishing for dead
Oh this tall kids whisper likes tress
On bodies the prey
I got nervous breath
Oh my ride just left
Got no choice but to stay
I found me feeling sick
Throat filled with dread
I took a trip with a guy
The kind you could drag behind you for a mile oh and then thank you for the ride

It takes a stray of hands
Oh to prove they're not playing
But you answer
Every display
You're trying to say
It's pretty late
Oh it's late man

With that dress drunk and full of distress
She was more than a mess to me
She can't stand all the blood on my hands
She is more than a mess to me

Let it be let it be let it be let it be

Final scene conscience clean
Dan walks into the house to pull Angeline out
Walks in the backroom wraps the bullet up in a blanket
Kisses Angeline on the mouth
Oh give me a break
Says some chump chewing a snake
This did not dilute Dan's disgust
And he beat him to dust
Making escape with a cigarette dangling from some drooling fools lips
That jerk tripped down on the carpet shielded up like a torch tip and the flames roses
were split
That was right
Me oh throwing the phone out to die
Dan tipped me off with a wink of his eye
So I stood as the only bystander by
The flames rose high and the dead did die
And they all screamed loudly
All screaming now
Man the kid's mastered supporting the crash
Floating a river of plastic streamed all across the grass
Flooded the valley covered everything around
Cooled off and froze solid deep downtown
It smells slightly of skin
And their tears turned to ground
And they made some mighty fine monument
Oh in contradiction town
As I breathe in the fumes
And I stare at the sky
Just sit right on down
Oh I always laugh stupid guy
He told me a while

Hey

Ohhhohhh

But that bullet still breathes
I hope that bullet still breathes

With that dress drunk and full of distress
She was more than a mess to me
She cant stand all the blood on my hands
More than the rest to me

We all go home
We all go home
One of these days

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