Lyrics:

Lay it on, lay it on me

Bartender looks at me like'Pony up, man, we`re closin` down'
I paid the tab, and I turned around
Got on that phone on the way home
And ended up down the rabbit hole again

It`s funny how you haven`t changed a bit
But you`re twice as pretty
Glad you finally got to see New York City
And I know it`s not a race
But it looks like you`re gettin` over me
Faster than I`m gettin` over you
But hey, what you gon` do?

I`m sick of sittin` at the house, dyin` on my phone
Wishin` I was somewhere I can be alone
Try to let you go, somethin` always reminds me
I bet breakin` up was easy in the `90s

I`m tired of gettin` drunk, tired of bein` free
Tired of seein` pictures I don`t wanna see
Girl, you`re everywhere, everywhere but behind me
I bet breakin` up was easy in the `90s

Back then, I could`ve convinced myself
That maybe you called when I was out
But you didn`t know what to say, so you didn`t leave a message
And that you`re probably at home right now, sound asleep
`Cause goin` out isn`t really your thing
And I wouldn`t have a clue what you been up to lately
Or who you been up to it with
But when I don`t miss your calls, I miss you callin`
And I go `round and `round again

I`m sick of sittin` at the house, dyin` on my phone
Wishin` I was somewhere I can be alone
Try to let you go, somethin` always reminds me
I bet breakin` up was easy in the `90s

I`m tired of gettin` drunk, tired of bein` free
Tired of seein` pictures I don`t wanna see
Girl, you`re everywhere, everywhere but behind me
I bet breakin` up was easy in the `90s

Modern love, it`s the modern hearts breakin`
I`m just a product of my generation, and I
`Bout had enough, watchin` you gettin` on with your life

Baby, I`m sick of sittin` at the house, dyin` on my phone
Wishin` I was somewhere I can be alone
I try to let you go, and somethin` always reminds me
(I bet breakin` up was easy in the `90s)

I`m tired of gettin` drunk, tired of bein` free
Tired of seein` pictures I don`t wanna see
Girl, you`re everywhere, everywhere but behind me
I bet breakin` up was easy in the `90s

Hearts breakin`
I`m a product of my
Oh, a product of my generation, oh, and I
My baby, my baby