Messy

You know I'm impatient

So why would you leave me waiting outside the station

When it was like minus four degrees?

And I, I get what you're saying

I just really don't wanna hear it right now

Can you just stop for like once in your life?

Listen to me

I took your nice words of advice

About how you think I'm gonna be like you when I turn 33

Okay, so yeah, I whine like a baby

I'm not patient, and I play some 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 squeaky clean

You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where that I have been

And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth

But I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too foolish now

You hate it when I cry, and it's been every day this month

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

A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

Hate the whole big lot

Hate, 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

And, please, don't pull those faces

When I've been out working like every day

You hate when I whine at you

But hey, you can't even talk

Watch TV just to help you sleep

While you're out having fun at four o'clock

And then you come back to me and don't say hello

'Cause I'm asleep again

And forgot to fold my clothes

'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean

You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where that I have 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 foolish now

You hate it when I cry, and it's been every day this month

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

A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean

You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where that I have 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 foolish now

You hate it when I cry, and it's been every day this month

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

A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot