In Fact

I'm a mess, even at my best time
Dismantling my chances even as I win a bunch
I've got tripwires to [Incomprehensible] I'm a mess

No, I ain't right if there's a test tonight
I will ask for an extension as I slide my desk a bit
Towards the con man dressed in white, I ain't right

In fact it's messier still that messes are hook
That drags me along
And now that mess has an [Incomprehensible] to rush
Or blessed in dongeries, what went wrong?

I confess it like a [Incomprehensible]
Yes, I have wrote under a your piano
That you don't play a lot
But I'm sorry I'd address, I'm a mess

So let me out, don't wanna be a mess
I wanna 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 lose
And leading a mob
They march with pitchforks and torches now
They have an old [Incomprehensible]