You knew I was reckless, so what do you gain Leaving me freezing at the platform in the rain? Throwin' your wisdom, yeah, thanks for the pain– Always predicting I'll burn out by thirty-eight Alright, I drink, yeah, I spill on my jeans And my hair changes color like rotating screens So quit with the lectures, who should I be? 'Cause I'm never enough when I'm only just me I'm too messy, then I'm dangerously neat You beg me to hustle, then mock where I've been I'm too flawless till I open my big mouth Guess authenticity's not what you allow Yeah, I'm too clever, then I'm dumb as hell You hate tears unless they fit your little schedule I could spin in a thousand masks on display– But you'd hate me anyway Takes you forever to send back a line One message back wouldn't cross the line I unwind with a glass, maybe two on the side But you're lit up at dawn, getting stoned, getting high Then creeping back home, not a word to my face While I'm tripping on laundry thrown all over the place We're both flawed as hell, but here's what I know You'll always find bullets, and I'm your scapegoat I'm too messy, then I'm weirdly OCD You scream: Go be useful! Then ask where I sleep I'm too perfect till I slip and speak my truth When I'm just me, it's a problem for you I'm too clever, then I'm thick as stone You hate sorrow when it's real, unless it's staged for show I could morph into anything, switch by the day– But you'd hate me anyway You hate the way I laugh You hate the way I breathe You hate the different faces– But they're still all me So tell me what's left when perfection's a joke? I'll light up my flaws just to watch your control choke Yeah, I'm too messy, then freakishly clean You hand me your orders, then complain where I've been I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth But I want to be me–is that not allowed? Too clever, too stupid, too sweet, too loud No matter the version, it's never allowed I could be everyone, I could be no one But you'll hate me anyway You'll hate me anyway You'll hate me anyway Hey, hey