Having one is like currency, and I hate to break a big bill
Red flags, debt and disaster and one by one suspicions that made me ill
 
Yet still, I spent an insane amount of time and labor cashing in quarters thinking that one day I could afford it
Over worked and underpaid, I wish someone would have told me that no matter how much I saved

I would still be short; just shy; still needing more of it
I've learned to cut my losses because I bet everything I had, knowing I was about to rake in a fortune

I took my life and lived for you; my pockets are empty
It started with a dollar and a dream but damn if I didn't I let you spend that too