Intro: N.C. (Drums) D D E E Dm7 Dm7 E E Verse: Dm7 You know Iʼm impatient E So why would you leave me waiting outside the station? Dm7 When it was like minus 4 degrees and I I get what youʼre saying E I just really donʼt want to hear it right now Dm7 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 Iʼm gonna die Lucky if I turned 33 Dm7 Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney Iʼm not skinny and I pull a Britney E Every other week But cut me some slack Dm7 Who Do you want me to be? Chorus: Dm7 ʼCause Iʼm too messy E And then Iʼm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job" Dm7 And you ask where the hell Iʼve been And Iʼm too perfect E ʼTil I open my big mouth I want to be me Dm7 Is that not allowed? And Iʼm too clever E And then Iʼm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry Dm7 Unless itʼs that time of the month And Iʼm too perfect E ʼTil I show you that Iʼm not A thousand people I could be for you Dm7 And you hate the fucking lot E You hate the fucking lot Dm7 You hate the fucking lot E E Hey, hey Verse: D Itʼs taking you ages E You still donʼt get the hint Iʼm not asking for pages But one text or two would be nice D And please, donʼt pull those faces E When Iʼve, I working like every day D Itʼs just one bottle of wine or two But hey, you canʼt even talk E You smoke weed just to help you sleep Then why youʼre out getting stoned at 4 oʼclock D And then you come home to me And donʼt say hello E ʼCause I got high again Dm7 And forgot to fold my clothes....clothes Chorus: Dm7 ʼCause Iʼm too messy E And then Iʼm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job" Dm7 And you ask where the hell Iʼve been And Iʼm too perfect E ʼTil I open my big mouth I want to be me Dm7 Is that not allowed? And Iʼm too clever E And then Iʼm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry Dm7 Unless itʼs that time of the month And Iʼm too perfect E ʼTil I show you that Iʼm not A thousand people I could be for you Dm7 And you hate the fucking lot E You hate the fucking lot Dm7 You hate the fucking lot Dm7 Dm7 E E Dm7 Dm7 E E Dm7 Dm7 E E Oh-oh ohh Chorus: Dm7 ʼCause Iʼm too messy E And then Iʼm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job" Dm7 And you ask where the hell Iʼve been And Iʼm too perfect E ʼTil I open my big mouth I want to be me Dm7 Is that not allowed? And Iʼm too clever E And then Iʼm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry Dm7 Unless itʼs that time of the month And Iʼm too perfect E ʼTil I show you that Iʼm not A thousand people I could be for you Dm7 And you hate the fucking lot E You hate the fucking lot Dm7 You hate the fucking lot Outro: D E You hate the fucking lot Dm7 You hate the fucking lot
