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