You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waitin' outside the stationWhen 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 aboutHow you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimneyI'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 cleanYou told me, Get a job, then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumbYou hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm notA thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you agesYou still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be niceAnd please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all dayIt's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talkYou 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 againAnd forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking cleanYou told me, Get a job, then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumbYou hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm notA thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking cleanYou told me, Get a job, then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumbYou hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm notA thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lot
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