Messy

You know I'm impatient

So why would you leave waiting outside the station

When it was like minus four degrees And I

get what you're saying

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 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

'Cause I'm too messy

and then I'm too f**king clean

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 f**king 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 f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot

You hate you hate

It's taking you ages

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

But one text or two would be nice

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 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 f**king clean

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 f**king 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 f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot

Oh

And I'm too messy

and then I'm too f**king clean

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 f**king 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 f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot

You hate the f**king lot