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
