Mess

© 1999 by Ben Folds Five


*****

There was a time when I had nothing to explain
Oh, this mess I have made
But then things got complicated, my innocence was 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've learned to be
In this mess I have made

All the untested virtues of things I said I'd never do
Least of all, to you
I know he's kind and true, I know that he is good to you
But 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 mistakes
Over and over again

There are rooms in this house that I don't open anymore
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

*****