It's Always About The Money

The lights flash on a broken tv screen
Shattered glass and a crooked picture frame
The clock stops ticking back and forth
I'm sure it's hard enough to sleep without this
Constant heartbeat

The last time i saw her she was on
She felt the same to me but i was wrong

I'm not trying to sell her anything
I found a place to hide
I wanted to tell her everything
It breaks my fucking heart
I'm not gonna sell her anything
I found a place to hide
I wanted to tell her everything
It breaks my fucking heart

Cross paths in slow motion
Windows down
Long enough for us to meet
And then i was gone
If it's not obvious by now
She is my mystery
And i can't slow down
I can't slow down

The last time i saw her she was face down
She looked the same to me but i was wrong

I'm not trying to sell her anything
I found a place to hide
I wanted to tell her everything
It breaks my fucking heart
I'm not gonna sell her anything
I found a place to hide
I wanted to tell her everything
It breaks my fucking heart

It's always about the money!
Let's go!