Fiona Apple - Get Gone
from the album "When The Pawn"
How many times do I have to say to get away, get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses, humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away with a lot, but I'm not
turned on
So put away that meat you're selling
Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
M'l gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
M'l gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
How many times can it escalate till it elevates to a place I can't breathe
And I must decide, if you must deride that I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no sacrifice, because the price is
paid, and there's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin' go, cause I've done what I could for you,
And I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting, instead I'm sitting
Singing again, singing again, singing again, sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
M'l gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
M'l gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me