She’s A Problem

She’s got a habit
Ain’t it fucking tragic
That girls an addict
But it doesn’t seem to matter to you
Because you love her anyway
Takes all your money out your wallet
And turns you into an alcoholic
Try to do your best but explaining one day she’ll change

She’s not a problem
You’re home alone she’s in the back of a car
Using her mouth like an ATM card
She broke your heart but you just can’t let her go

She back in jail, you’re posting her bail
Dope wasn’t hers, it’s a tale
She’s high as hell but swears that she’s been clean

I’d rather watch you slowly die
Than spend another night alone
On my own
Like with no antidote
I can’t cope here waiting by the phone
But I never get through

She’s dope sick, crawling out of her skin
A quick fix and she’s at it again
You should just quit
You’re never gonna win this game
She’s got a habit
It’s fucking tragic
That girls an addict
but it doesn’t seem to matter to you
Because you love her anyway

I’d rather watch you slowly die
Than spend another night alone
On my own
Like with no antidote
I can’t cope here waiting by the phone
But I never get through