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't you shut up for, like, once in your life?

Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice

'Bout how you think I'm gonna die like you if I turn thirty-three

Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney

I'm not skinny, and no, I don't look Britney

Every other week, the condom is on slack

Who do you want me to be?

'Cause I'm too messy

But I don't do fuckin' clean

You told me, "Get a job," and 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 unless it's that time of the month

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

I found some people that could be with you

And you hate that fuckin' life

You hate that fuckin' life

You hate that fuckin' life

You hate it

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

I walk miles on four days, 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

But I don't do fuckin' clean

You told me, "Get a job," and 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 unless it's that time of the month

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

I found some people that could be with you

And you hate that fuckin' life

You hate that fuckin'

You hate that fuckin' life

Oh, oh

And I'm too messy

But I don't do fuckin' clean

You told me, "Get a job," and 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 unless it's that time of the month

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

I found some people that could be with you

And you hate that fuckin' life

You hate that fuckin' life

You hate that fuckin' life

You hate that fuckin' life

You hate that fuckin' life