Dirty Money
Erika Gedgaudas
I made back the seventy dollars you owe me
Anyways I don't want your dirty money
Anyways I don't want your dirty money
Guess it wasn't too much for you
To say I love you the day that we met
Leave the gas on and start a fire
Laugh and then get mad at me
When I try to fix things
You blow the smoke 'til it's all burned down
Praying that you'd force feed me
Parts of you and your shitty beliefs
My friends never liked you to begin with
We laugh about how you couldn't last three minutes
You'd call me a bitch
I wish I could break your bones
And steal the crap you keep under your bed
Didn't wanna say I love you
Thanks for getting me sick I guess
