I'm a mess
Even at my best
I'm dismantling my chances

Even as I win
A bunch
I got tripwires to finesse

I'm a mess

Now I ain't right

If there's a test tonight
I will ask for an extension
As I slide my desk

A bit
Toward the conman dressed in white
I ain't right


In fact it's messier still
That mess is a hook that drags me along

And now that mess has an entourage
All dressed in dungarees
What went wrong?


I confess
And like a chess piece, yes

I have rolled under your piano
That you don't play
A lot

But I'm sorry, I digress
I'm a mess


So let me out
Don't want to be your mouse
I want to find a softer spot

For my crash landing
Not much to talk about
Let me out


In fact it's messier still
That mess on the loose and leading the mob

They march with pitchforks and torches now
They have your old ID disavowed