Artista Carente

It's always the same old story
You curse me out and ask for jewelry in return
Stab me in the back and think a band-aid will heal it
You're a big daughter of a

I know that's how you want to see me
Crying and writing one more song for you
Spending the night looking for a booze combo
To forget about you

Lost and abandoned to the moths
Passed out on a bench in a square
Spending my money on those who are worthless
Sliding on Tinder and making smoke

And that's how I find myself
From wine cellar to wine cellar spending a lot of cash
Paying for therapy and looking at your photos
Remembering you and forgetting about business

Officer, I'm not a bum
I'm just looking for the lid to my pot
I confess I slept with another
I fooled around with her, but it was thinking of her

I don't live on the street, I'm not a delinquent
I'm just a needy artist
Of course I didn't drink, so I won't take the test
Give me back my chains (give them back to me)

Lost and abandoned to the moths
Passed out on a bench in a square
Spending my money on those who are worthless
Sliding on Tinder and making smoke

Lost and abandoned to the moths
Passed out on a bench in a square
Spending my money on those who are worthless
Sliding on Tinder and making smoke (making smoke)