D E
D7 E
D7
You know I'm impatient
E
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station?
D7
When it was like minus 4 degrees and I
I get what you're saying
E
I just really don't want to hear it right now
D7
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me
E
I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die
Lucky if I turned 33
D7
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney
E
Every other week
But cut me some slack
D7
Who do you want me to be?
D7
'Cause I'm too messy
E
And then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job"
D7
And you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect
E
'Til I open my big mouth
I want to be me
D7
Is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever
E
And then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry
D7
Unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect
E
'Til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you
D7
And you hate the fucking lot
E
You hate the fucking lot
D7
You hate the fucking lot
E E
Hey, hey
D
It's taking you ages
E
You still don't get the hint
I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice
D
And please, don't pull those faces
E
When I've, I working like every day
D
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But hey, you can't even talk
E
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you're out getting stoned at 4 o'clock
D
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello
E
'Cause I got high again
D7
And forgot to fold my clothes… clothes
D7
'Cause I'm too messy
E
And then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job"
D7
And you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect
E
'Til I open my big mouth
I want to be me
D7
Is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever
E
And then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry
D7
Unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect
E
'Til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you
D7
And you hate the fucking lot
E
You hate the fucking lot
D7
You hate the fucking lot
D7 E
D7 E
D7 E
Oh-oh ohh
D7
'Cause I'm too messy
E
And then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job"
D7
And you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect
E
'Til I open my big mouth
I want to be me
D7
Is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever
E
And then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry
D7
Unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect
E
'Til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you
D7
And you hate the fucking lot
E
You hate the fucking lot
D7
You hate the fucking lot
D E
You hate the fucking lot
D7
You hate the fucking lot
