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