Go On - The Waitresses

I liked him

He didn’t like me

He was the greatest

I was only debris

Why do I always pick the ones

Who are bad for me

He was coarse

But he was precision

I smelled money

It was by the television when I woke up

If I don’t want to keep getting shot

Why do I give 'em ammunition?

Oh no, not again

Another one that’s crazy

Another one gets obsessive

Another one gets angry

Another one gets dependent

And thinks I have the answers

Another one with a coldness

That should have been a warning

I can’t go on, I’ll go on

I can’t go on, I’ll go on

We weren’t desperate

I don’t know what happened

I tried to change him

He only rarely hit me

Why when so many sweet ones would make it so easy

He was nice

I got brutal

He understood

I didn’t kiss him

'Cause if he wants me

He must not be good enough

Oh no, not again

Am I a magnet for losers?

A net for the helpless?

I’m no social worker!

Why do I chase the faces

That always reject me?

Is there something else

That’s as fun as running with trouble?

I can’t go on, I’ll go on