Текст песни Get Gone - Fiona Apple

How many times do I have to say
To get away, get gone?
Flip your shit past another lass's
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot
And you got away with a lot, but I'm not
Turned on
So put away that meat you're selling
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting
And yet I'm sitting
Singing again
Sing, sing again
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting
And yet I'm sitting
Singing again
Sing, sing again
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me
How many times can it escalate
'Til it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize and realize that it's no sacrifice
Because the price is paid
And there's nothing left to grieve
Fucking go
'Cause I've done what I could for you
And I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting
Instead I'm sitting
Singing again, singing again, singing again
Sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me