Lyrics
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you just stop for like once in your life?
Listen to me
I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna be like you I turn thirty-three
Okay, so yeah, I whine like a baby
I'm not patient and I play some Britney
Every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
And I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where that I have been
And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth
And I want to be me
Is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too foolish now
You hate it when I cry and it's been every day this month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the whole big lot
'Cause you hate the whole big lot
'Cause you hate the whole big lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And, please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working like every day
You hate when I whine at you
But, hey, you can't even talk
Watch TV just to help you sleep
While you're out havin' fun at 4 o'clock?
And then you come back to me
And don't say hello
As I'm asleep again
And forgot to fold my clothes
And I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where that I have been
And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth
And I want to be me
Is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too foolish now
You hate it when I cry and it's been every day this month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
And I'm too messy, and then I'm too squeaky clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where that I have been
And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth
And I want to be me
Is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too foolish now
You hate it when I cry and it's been every day this month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
Written by: Conor Dickinson, Lola Young