Messy

So why would you leave me waiting 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 turned 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?

You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect till 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 till I show you that I'm not

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

You hate the fucking lot

You hate, you hate

You still don't get the hint, 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 arse 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 4 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

You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect till 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 till I show you that I'm not

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

You hate the fucking lot

You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect till 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 till I show you that I'm not

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

You hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot