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 was 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 was out

That he don’t give a shit about me

How many times can it escalate

Till 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, then realize

That it’s no sacrifice because the price is paid

And there’s nothing left to grieve

Fuckin' go

Cause I’ve done what I’ve 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 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 was 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 was out

That he don’t give a shit about me