Go On The Waitresses

I liked him
He didn't like me
He was the greatest
I was only debris
Why do I always pick the ones
Who are bad for me

He was coarse
But he was precision
I smelled money
It was by the television when I woke up
If I don't want to keep getting shot
Why do I give 'em ammunition?

Oh no, not again
Another one that's crazy
Another one gets obsessive
Another one gets angry
Another one gets dependent
And thinks I have the answers

Another one with a coldness
That should have been a warning
I can't go on, I'll go on
I can't go on, I'll go on