Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cara Salimando
Lyrics
Jon Buscema
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Buscema
Producer
Jacob Munk
Producer
Lyrics
With her eyes as wide as dinner plates
She lays around naked all day
Checking her phone, wondering if you'll come home
Anytime soon from the bar with the boys
She doesn't have any choice, no
She's only got you
And you wanted someone whose demeanor
Was so much smaller and sweeter
Like, diet soda, Coca Cola, well
Sweet? Sweet is not a word you'd use to describe me
I do not take kindly to being used
What I said was, my love was free
What you heard was, that my love was cheap
What I meant was, what I really mean is
My love's fucking priceless
But you?
You wanted a broke bitch
Somebody so hopelessly devoted
Nothing to do but you
Yeah, you?
You wanted a broke bitch
That's not a joke
It's just the truth
The truth is I was too much for you
I played it cool though, didn't I?
Turned myself into something you liked
Lingerie and empty phrases
Domesticated with nothing on me but your eyes
Cigarettes, shitty wine
It worked for awhile
Why'd you do that? Build me up
Make me think that I'm more than enough
If that wasn't what you really wanted
...Was someone helpless
But you?
You wanted a broke bitch
Somebody so hopelessly devoted
Nothing to do but you
Yeah, you?
You wanted a broke bitch
That's not a joke
It's just the truth
The truth is I was too much for you
You wanted a broke bitch
Somebody so hopelessly devoted
Nothing to do but you
Written by: Cara Salimando, Jon Buscema
