Get Gone Lyrics - When The Pawn Hits - 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 

I'm 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 

I'm 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 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 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