All my life I’ve made excuses for my shit behaviour
My head is in the clouds, I can’t be blamed I’m cute and so you let it slide
Most of the people I knew were the same anyway
I only left you waiting for half an hour, come on you know I tried
Fuck it it’s alright cos I am only the creative type
So I don’t have to try
Funny how I’ve got no patience now for taking other people’s shit
I guess cos I know now if can change, then they can also get over it
I’m a natural mess and I don’t always see the things that I should do
But I’m trying now and I wanna prove, wanna show that I respect you
I can’t quite believe how easy is it to get by
By saying it’s not my fault, I’ve just got a creative mind
Flaking like the paint that I’ve left you to watch dry
It’s not my fault you can blame me I’m just the arty kind