Money

"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 you're 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

I like to interrupt your expectations

Because I think you could use a little redirection

Get out of my head already

And all the guys at the bar

That think your eyes look like shooting stars

Well, I've seen them burn out and crumble into dust

And then I've watched you settle

Take all my money from me

You help me out when you know I've been waiting

On answers that I won't be receiving

All I want to do is sit here complaining

Take all my money from me

I guess I don't really need it anyway