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'm too 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

You hate the whole damn lot

Hey, hey, hey

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

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

When I've been out workin' 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 gettin' stoned at four o'clock?

Hey, come on to me, and don't say hello 'Cause I got high again, forgot to fold my

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

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

I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed?

I'm too clever, I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry, unless it's that

time of the month And I'm too perfect, till 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, 'til I open my big mouth

I want to be me, is that not allowed?

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

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

I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not

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

You ain't the whole fuckin' lot

You ain't the fuckin' lot

You ain't the fuckin' lot

You ain't the fuckin' lot