That Sh*t Ain’t Funny

I can see through you like paper
I ain't fallin' for your charms anymore
Used to love you, now I hate you
Now I see the things I couldn't see before

I'm moving on and I ain't ever looking back
And when I'm gone, don't try to call
It's the only thing I ask

Well well well
What am I doing?
I'm tired of losing it all
Gettin' out of this hell
I'm out of money
And that shit ain't funny at all

I broke my rose-coloured glasses
Now I see you for everything you are
I watched it all burn to ashes
As I pack my life into the trunk of my car

I'm moving on and I ain't ever looking back
And when I'm gone, don't try to call
It's the only thing I ask

Well well well
What am I doing?
I'm tired of losing it all
Gettin' out of this hell
I'm out of money
And that shit ain't funny at all

I'm moving on and I ain't ever looking back
And when I'm gone, don't try to call
It's the only thing I ask

Well well well
What am I doing?
I'm tired of losing it all
Gettin' out of this hell
I'm out of money
And that shit ain't funny at all

Well well well
What am I doing?
I'm tired of losing it all
Gettin' out of this hell
I'm out of money
And that shit ain't funny at all
That shit ain't funny at all
That shit ain't funny at all