i'm a mess.
i'm a mess
They behave as though she'll break at any minute, but Betty has seen Jughead's near-death and remains unbroken. She hasn't cried since she shot her father. Betty thinks her tear ducts are too prideful to burst at this point. In September, she collects her books in a flowing tunic, and no one mentions the Black Hood's daughter. She's only a student here, and it's nearly acceptable.
Betty simply wants her parents after two hours of unending sobbing. She wants to be a child again, secure and comfortable, with no monsters or serial murderers, just her warm bed, her mother's scent, and her father's strong arms wrapped around her.
But here's the thing: Betty's father is tainted in every joyful recollection she recalls. From the first time he let her into his garage until the day he finally let her help him replace the motor in their old station wagon, he has been nothing but gracious. The softness of his grin and the kindness of his voice told her, "You're a natural, pumpkin," as they relocated the motor inside the automobile.
Long meals and murmurs of "don't tell your mother," kids Pickens Park during the fair days. Long drives home, feigning to sleep so that I might be taken up to my warm and safe bed. Those same hands have been responsible for the deaths of others. The final words of innocents have been taken in by that same look. Every single memory of her youth has been tainted for the rest of her life. Her father has attacked Betty. He's attempted to murder her. And now he's no longer alive. She doesn't have a father, which shouldn't bother her as much as it does.
I'm a mess, I'm a loser I'm a hater, I'm a user I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new I'm obsessed, I'm embarrassed I don't trust no one around us I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new
Nobody shows up unless I'm paying Have a drink on me cheers to the failing Oh, he don't love me, he don't love me He don't love me, he don't love me But that's okay Cause I love me, yeah, I love me Yeah, I love me, yeah, I love myself anyway Hey