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