over my ex

You've been growin' your hair out since summer

Tryna make it from makin' music inside your garage

Think you're 17, but you were born in the '90s

I thought I was impressed by all the talkin'

'Cause you tell me everything you think I'm dyin' to hear

Like you'll never convince me to fall in love with you

I'm takin' off your T-shirt, chasin' this tequila

Little too familiar, little too familiar

Yeah, I know we're naked, but I'm so depressed

I'm not over my ex, I'm not over my ex, no

It isn't love we're makin', so we'll just have sex

I'm not over my ex, I'm not over my ex, no

I've been dyin' to care less since February

Tryna fake it, it's makin' me feel like I'll never win

What a low blow, I know he's fucking other people (no)

I knew I'd never be impressed by all the talkin'

'Cause I'm picturin' pictures of him while you hold the camera

Like the shots that you're shooting don't have the chance to develop

I'm takin' off your T-shirt

Need the anesthesia (I need it now)

Little too familiar

Little too familiar

Yeah, I know we're naked, but I'm so depressed

I'm not over my ex, I'm not over my ex, oh (whoa-oh, babe)

It isn't love we're makin', so, we'll just have sex

I'm not over my ex, I'm not over my ex, no (no)

I'm not over, I'm not over, I'm not over, no

I'm not over my ex, I'm not over my ex, no

I'm not over, I'm not over, I'm not over, no

I'm not over my ex, I'm not over my ex, no