Messy

No, I'm impatient

So why would you leave me waiting outside the station when it was like minus four degrees and I I get what you're saying

I

Just really don't wanna hear right now. Can you shut up for once in your life?

Listen to me

Looking nice words advice about how you think I'm gonna die like if I turn 53

Oh, yeah, so I smoke like a chimney. I'm not skin and I pull a Britney every other week

Cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?

'Cause I'm too messy, and I'm too fucking clean

You told me to get a job, then asked me where the hell I've been

I'm too perfect, to open my big mouth

I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then too fucking dumb

You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month

And I'll be perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not

A thousand people, I could be for you

You hate the whole damn lot

Hate the whole damn lot

Oh, you hate the whole damn lot

Hey, hey, hey

It's taken you ages, you still don't get the hit

I'm not asking for pages, but one text or two would be nice, and please don't pull those faces

When I've been out working my ass off all day, it's one bottle of wine or two

You can't even talk, smoke weed just to help you sleep, then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock?

Hey, come on to me

And don't say hello

Cuz I got high again

I got balls

'Cause I'm too messy, I'm too fuckin' clean Told me to get a job and asked me where the

hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth

I want to be me, is that not allowed And I'm too clever, I'm too fuckin' dumb

They hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month

And I'm too perfect

'Til I show you that I'm not

A thousand people I could be for you

You, I hate the whole damn lot

You hate the whole damn lot

You hate the whole damn lot

I'm too messy

I'm too fucking clean

You told me get a job

Then asked me where the hell I've been

I'm too perfect

Till I open my big mouth, I want to be me, is that not allowed?

That I'm too clever, that I'm too fucking dumb

You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month

That I'm too perfect, till I show you that I'm not

A thousand people I could be for you, you ain't the whole damn lot

You ate the whole lot. You ate the fucking lot. You ate the fucking lot. You ate the fucking lot.