So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away And there's a pile in the closet where I threw some yesterday Maybe under the rug that's where I swept some the other day The messes join forces, outside I hear them say "Come out with your hands up so we can blow you away" And I walked out the door Blown wide open by the things I put away I'm out on the porch blown wide open The mess is where I lay So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away So I'm all surrounded by the things I thought I put away And if I'm a slob, I never looked at it that way Irresponsible... well, you're not the first to say Told her I'm sorry, I never wanted it this way Yeah, and I still need her but the mess won't go away And I walked the door Blown wide open by the things I put away And I wasn't even warned, blown wide open The mess is where I lay Blown wide open Blown wide open Blown wide open Blown wide... The gun's still smoking Blood keeps flowing Blown wide open Blown wide... I'm out on the porch, blown wide open...