In Fact লিরিক্স

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]