Bolt Cutters - Single Mothers

The sun falls through the blinds

Hits the floor like a fist fight

Cat hair floats around the room like a feather

Listen guys, it’s the last night

I just show up with her

I know she’s more trouble than she’s worth

But I think I love her

I’ll get your money back

I’ll get your keys back

I’ll get your CDs back

But she’s gone

I’ll get your money back

I’ll get your keys back

I’ll get your CDs back

But the bikes, they’re probably gone

She’s changing outfits

Under 60 watt light bulbs

The only heat in this basement apartment

We can get going

Said «where'd you get that shirt»

She said «don't look at me that way, you bastard

I don’t take accusations lightly, you motherfucker»

Take your money back

Take your keys back

Take your lease back

I’m gone

Take your money back

Take your keys back

Take your lease back

I’m gone

Good riddance, but I still miss ya

That’s what I get for trying to save ya

Good riddance, but I still miss ya

You motherfucker

Take your money back

Take your keys back

Take your lease back

I’m gone

I’ll get your money back

I’ll get your keys back

I’ll get your TV back

But the bikes, they’re already gone

And so is she