Mess

Original Artist: Ben Folds

There was a time when I had nothing to explain,
Oh, this mess I had made.
But then things got complicated,
My innocence has all but faded,
Oh, this mess I have made.

And I don't believe in god so I can't be saved,
All alone as I have learned to be in this mess I have made.

All the untested virtue,
The things I said I'd never do,
Least of all to you.

I know that he is kind and true,
I know that he is good to you,
He'll never care for you more than I do.

But I don't believe in love so I can't be tamed,
All alone as I've learned to be in this mess,
I have made the same mistake over and over again.

There are rooms in this house that I don't open any more,
Dusty books and pictures on the floor.
She will never see,
She'll never see that part of me I want to be for her,
What I could never be for you.

And I don't believe in God so I can't be saved,
All alone as I've learned to be in this mess I have made.