You know I'm impatient, so why would you leave me waiting outside the station when it was like minus four degrees and I forget what you're saying I just really don't want to hear it right now, can you shut up for just 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 turn 33 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 fucking clean You told me get a job and then asked where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect, till I open my big mouth I wanna be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too pretty, and then I'm too fucking dumb I 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 Some people are good, be for you and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot, you hate the fucking lot It's taken 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 ass off for days Just one bottle of wine or two, but hey, you can't even talk Don't smoke weed just to help you sleep, while you're out getting stoned at four o'clock And then you come home to me, and don't say hello Cause I get high again, and back to four o'clock Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me get a job and then asked where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect, till I open my big mouth I wanna be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too pretty, and then I'm too fucking dumb I 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 Some people are good, be for you and 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 You hate the fucking lot, you hate the fucking lot
