Messy

You know I'm impatient

So why would you leave me waiting outside the station when it was like minus four degrees and I

Get what you say?

I

Just really don't want to hear it right now. Shut up for like once in their life

Listen to me. I took it nice was advice about I think I'm gonna die. Okay, if I turned that three, okay

So yeah, I smoke like a chimney

I'm not skinny and I'm high

Full of Britney every other week

But cut me some slack

Who do you want me to be?

'Cause I'm too messy

And then I'm too fucking clean

You told me get a job

And you ask where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect

So I open my big mouth

I want to be me

Is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever

And that I'm too fucking dumb

You hate it when I cry

And this is that time of the month

And I'm too perfect

So I show you that I'm not

A thousand people I could be

For you and you hate the fucking law

You hate the fucking law

You hate the fucking law

You hate, you hate

It's taking you ages

You still don't get the

I'm not asking for pages, but one text or two would be nice

And please, don't blow those faces

When I'm out working my arse off all day

It's just one bottle of wine or I'm stupid

Hey, you can't even talk

You smoke weed just to help you sleep

And while you're out getting stoned at four o'clock

And then you come home to me

Then don't say hello

'Cause I got high again

I forgot to fold my clothes

'Cause I'm too messy

And then I'm too fucking clean

You told me get a job

And you asked me where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect

'Til I open my big mouth

I want to be me

It's not allowed

And I'm too clever

And then I'm too fucking dumb

You hate it when I cry

It's that time of the month

And I'm too perfect

So I show you that I'm not

A thousand people have your B.B.U.

And you hate the fucking law

You hate the fucking law

You hate the fucking law

And I'm too messy

And then I'm too fucking clean

You told me get a job, then you were clever, and I didn't

And I'm too perfect, so I open my big mouth

I want to be me, is that not allowed?

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

You hate it when I cry, and it's just that time for fun

And I'm too perfect, so I show you that I'm not

A thousand people, I could be for you and you hate the fucking Lord

You hate the fucking Lord

You hate the fucking Lord

You hate the fucking Lord

You hate the fucking Lord