Yeah, man, oh man, oh man
(Oh)

Bartender looked 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
Ended up down the rabbit hole again
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 but 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
And 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've been up to lately
Or who you've 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 but 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 leads to 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 but 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)
(I'm just a product of my generation)
(Ooh, and I)
(My baby, my baby)

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Chris Lacorte, Ernest Keith Smith, Josh Osborne, Sam Lawry Hunt, Zach Crowell