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
