In Fact

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] 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 disavow