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