Misery Guts - Alex Lahey

No one gave you license to sit in my backseat

And tell me everything that’s on your mind

You know that usually you have my time of day

But to be honest, you have crossed the line

I need space because I’m tired but I’m not gonna deny you

Your own sense of importance

If it were anyone but you, I would not hesitate to

Let you know that I’m not listening

You’ve got champagne taste on a beer can budget

You say you like things when you really just judge it

You live in this world, that I think it’s such a shame

That you feel like that there is value placed on people’s last names

Everything you throw at me is coming out of nowhere

Like bruises from the night before

You’re an old Hotmail account that will never be renounced

'Cause you hold things that can’t be ignored

You know my credit card is maxed and I’m behind on my tax

But you still try to draw blood from the stone

I need a minute to relax, so pretty please get off my back

I’m breathing with my hands on my knees

We both know that you know better

You don’t get five when you put two and two together

I’m not convinced you have a lack of empathy

You’re just a misery guts, taking it all out on me