Lyrics Money - Single Mothers

Money

I don’t know
really what you want from me
I’m tired of these phone calls
I’m tired of hearing this fucking thing ringing
And pretending your just not some nightmare that started breathing
Materialized and became reoccuring
And I’m just tired of helping you think that you’re making the right decisions
When we both know you’ll just end up regretting them
You don’t pay attention to your mistakes
'Cause all you want is attention
You see I know you better than your games and like to interrupt your
expectations
I think you could use a little redirection
Get outta my head, already
And no regrets at the bar
Like when your eyes look like shooting stars
Well I’ve seen them burn out and crumble
Into dust, and then I watched you settle
Take all my money from me
You help me out
when nobody’s watchin'
That answers that
a broken statement
All I wanna do is sit here complaining