Misery Guts

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