I'm a mess
Even at my best I am dismantling my chances
Even as I win a bunch I got trip wires to finesse
I'm a mess
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 kind man dressed in white
I ain't right
In fact it's messier still
That mess is a hook that drags me along
And now the mess has an entourage
All dressed in dungarees
What went wrong
I confess and like a chess piece yes
I've rolled under the your piano
That you don't play a lot but I'm sorry I digress
I'm a mess
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 a mob
They march with pitchforks and torches now
They have your old ID disavow