Money (Explicit)

I don't know

Really what you want from me

I'm tired of these phone calls

I'm tired of hearing this f**king thing ringing

And pretending your just not some nightmare

That started breathing

Materialized and became reoccurring

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 take all my money from me

On answers that take all my money from me

All I want to do is sit here complaining

You help me out take all my money from me

On answers that take all my money from me

You help me out take all my money from me

All I want to do is sit here complaining

Take all my money from me

Take all my money from me

Take all my money from me

Oh I guess I don't really need it anyway