It's taking you ages
Still don't get the hints,
I'm not asking for pages
One text or two would be nice and
Please, don't pull those faces
When I,
I've broken my eyes off for days
Just one bottle of wine or two
You can't even talk
You smoke weed to top your sleep
But while you're out,
can't start at four o'clock
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello
Cause I can't lie again
Forgot to pull my clothes
And then I'm too messy And then I'm too * clean
You told me get a job Then you ask where that 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 * dumb
You hate it when I cry And it's just that time of the month
And I'm too perfect Till I show you that I'm not a thousand people
And I could be with you You hate the * lot
You hate the * lot
Hate the * lot
You hate the * lot
You hate the * lot
Cause I'm too messy And then I'm too * clean
You told me get a job Then you ask where that 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 * dumb
You hate it when I cry And it's just that time of the month
And I'm too perfect Till I show you that I'm not a thousand people
And I could be with you You hate the * lot
And don't say hello Cause I could die again
But I don't fall on my clothes And don't say hello
Cause I'm too messy And then I'm too * clean
You told me get a job Then you ask where that 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 * dumb
You hate it when I cry And it's just that time of the month
And I'm too perfect Till I show you that I'm not a thousand people
And I could be with you You hate the * lot
You hate the * lot
You hate the * lot
You hate the * lot You hate the * lot