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