18 Dollars - Flora Cash

I can still remember just the way you tasted

Pack of cigarettes in a basement

A pack of gum… a pack of lies

I can still remember just how much I faked it

Box of chocolates and a bracelet

A crappy card… a broken heart

Hell of a thing that you put me through

Smell in this room brings my mind to you

And i don’t mind it

All — that i felt for you back then is gone

Nah, i won’t even beef — i’m just gonna leave

All — that you told me was true, well it’s wrong

Now, i just don’t care… what you declare

I can still get high just thinking about us wasted

18 dollars for a case kid

It’s all we had… it’s all we knew

I can still see how you looked when you were grieving

A pair of silhouettes that we’re leaving

A pair of shoes… the shitty news

Hell of a thing that you put me through

Smell in this room brings my mind to you

And i don’t mind it

All — that i felt for you back then is gone

Nah, i won’t even beef — i’m just gonna leave

All — that you told me was true, well it’s wrong

Now, i just don’t care… what you declare

I’m alone and i like it… yeah

All alone and i like it… yeah

I’m alone and i like it… yeah

All alone and i like it… yeah

All — that i felt for you back then is gone

Nah, i won’t even beef — i’m just gonna leave

All — that you told me was true, well it’s wrong

Now, i just don’t care… what you declare