(I'm too messy)
Oh, and I'm too messy
And then I'm too ****ing 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 ****ing dumb
You hate it when I cry
Unless it's that time of the month
Till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you
And you hate the ****ing lot
You hate the ****ing lot
I'm too messy
And don't say hello
'Cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes