messy

It's taking you ages

You still don't get the hint I'm not asking for pages

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 just one bottle of wine or two, but, hey

You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep

So why you out getting 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 fucking clean

You told 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 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 when you hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

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

You told 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 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 when you hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

And don't say hello 'cause I got high again

And forgot to fold my clothes

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 fucking clean

You told 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 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