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 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