Finally, I understand what she gets
When she stands in front of the mirror
With her phone in her hand and a hand
On her hip, popped as far as she can
It started with magazines and it ended
With bright lit screens, but I'm 22 and got shit to do
I shouldn't be wasting my time on shit like this

Come with me to smash our smartphones and suffer in silence
Come with me to smash our smartphones and suffer in private

I can tell that you don't linger at my table
'Cause you think I'll tip you nicely
(And not the other way)
But I see you see those other boys don't see what I see
But baby, trust me it all started with indie flicks
And it ended with late-night licks
But I'm 22 and not sure if
I should be spending my time on shit like this

When my well's low, all I need is a shovel
There's nothing that a little digging won't fix

I know a place