Messy

You know I'm impatient

So why would you leave me waitin' outside the station

When it was like minus four degrees?

And I, I get what you're sayin'

I just really don't wanna hear it right now

Can you shut up for like once in your life?

Listen to me

I took your nice words of advice

About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn thirty-three

Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney

I'm not skinny and I pull a 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 fuckin' clean

You tell me get a job, then you ask 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 and then I'm too fuckin' dumb

You hate it when I cry, and my tics 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

And you hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

You hate, you hate

It's takin' you ages

You still don't get the hint? 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 just one bottle of wine or two

But hey, you can't even talk

You smoke weed just to help you sleep

Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?

And then you come home to me

And don't say hello

'Cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes

'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too fuckin' clean

You tell me get a job, then you ask 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 and then I'm too fuckin' dumb

You hate it when I cry, and my tics 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