Money - Single Mothers

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