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 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 about
How you think I`m gonna die lucky
if I turned thirty-three
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",
then you ask where the hell I`ve been
And I`m too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I`m too clever,
and then I`m too fucking dumb
You 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
A thousand people I could be for you
and you hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you 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 my arse off all day
It`s 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 4 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,
and then I`m too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job",
then you ask where the hell I`ve been
And I`m too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I`m too clever,
and then I`m too fucking dumb
You 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
A thousand people I could be for you
and you hate the fucking lot

You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

Oh, and I`m too messy,
and then I`m too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job",
then you ask where the hell I`ve been
And I`m too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I`m too clever,
and then I`m too fucking dumb
You 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
A thousand people I could 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