Messy - Lola Young (lyrics) You know I\u0027m impatient So why would you leave me waiting outside the station When it was like minus four degrees? And I, I get what you\u0027re sayin\u0027 I just really don\u0027t 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\u0027m gonna die lucky if I turned thirty-three Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney I\u0027m not skinny and I pull a Britney Every other week But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be? \u0027Cause I\u0027m too messy, and then I\u0027m too fucking clean You told me, \u0022Get a job\u0022, then you ask where the hell I\u0027ve been And I\u0027m too perfect \u0027til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I\u0027m too clever and then I\u0027m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it\u0027s that time of the month And I\u0027m too perfect \u0027til I show you that I\u0027m 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\u0027s taking you ages You still don\u0027t get the hint, I\u0027m not asking for pages But one text or two would be nice And, please, don\u0027t pull those faces When I\u0027ve been out working my ass off all day It\u0027s just one bottle of wine or two But, hey, you can\u0027t even talk You smoke weed just to help you sleep Then why you out gettin\u0027 stoned at 4 o\u0027clock? And then you come home to me And don\u0027t say hello \u0027Cause I got high again And forgot to fold my clothes \u0027Cause I\u0027m too messy, and then I\u0027m too fucking clean You told me, \u0022Get a job\u0022, then you ask where the hell I\u0027ve been And I\u0027m too perfect \u0027til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I\u0027m too clever and then I\u0027m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it\u0027s that time of the month And I\u0027m too perfect \u0027til I show you that I\u0027m 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\u0027m too messy, and then I\u0027m too fucking clean You told me, \u0022Get a job\u0022, then you ask where the hell I\u0027ve been And I\u0027m too perfect \u0027til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I\u0027m too clever and then I\u0027m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it\u0027s that time of the month And I\u0027m too perfect \u0027til I show you that I\u0027m 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