Music: Emily Kinney
You don’t have to tell me
There’s more fish in the sea
More swiping right on screens
Baby, I’ve got everything on TV
I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings
But you make it kinda easy
To twist a thought into a dig
You say the sex has your feet hurting
We’re stretching, we’re circling
We’re both a little old for this
I may look young for my age, but I’ve been here before
I refuse to be the one left broken and sore
Back up that truck, tip-toe to last weekend
The coffee I’m making isn’t quite the high you’re seeking
It was the middle of the night
When I saw a neon sign blinkin’ across your face
How your words started stickin’
I could see your brain tickin’ as your eyes dart around my place
A broken heart burnt out, unplugged by the trash
But I can tell you’re still in love with that girl from the car crash
Back up that truck, tip-toe to last weekend
I’ll pour a glass of wine, but I’m the only one here drinkin’
You don’t have to tell me
There’s more fish in the sea
More swiping right on screens
Baby, I got everything on tv
I thought you would sleep over
But the cats haven’t had dinner
Now I’m sensing that familiar sting
I take a backwards dive, I tell my soul to hide
It’s cool, it's just a casual thing
I keep cement and bricks for times like this
When I feel myself fumble and fall
I lock the door behind you, watch you walk away
And build me a big strong wall
I may look young for my age
But I’ve been here before
I refuse to be the one left broken and sore
Back up that truck, tip-toe back to December
Drive to Echo Park and cry over your bartender
You don’t have to tell me
There’s more fish in the sea
More swiping right on screens
Baby, I got everything (I got everything)
You don’t have to tell me
There’s more fish in the sea
More swiping right on screens
And baby, I got everything on tv
No, I’ll never be lonely
’Cause baby, I’ve got everything…
On tv