Z Gayle 

Can you turn up the guitar more?

My best friend fucked my ex-boyfriend
Now his best friend hits me up
When I post things for attention
We all need an intervention

We all snap in the same group chat
But behind my back, I know
They're talking shit and lovin' it
But that's the way we do it, we

Glorify our problems
But we never solve 'em
We're too busy actin' like we know too much
Faking love and fucking up

Our friendships
We don't feel connected
We're too busy talking shit and losing sleep
We make it look easy

I'm a flirt, but I get real hurt
When you call me a teesh
All I wanna do is please people
But they're killing me

Oh, we don't trust
No one 'cause
We don't wanna work on it
We rather sit and

Glorify our problems
But we never solve 'em
We're too busy actin' like we know too much
Faking love and fucking up

Our friendships
We don't feel connected
We're too busy talking shit and losing sleep
We make it look easy

Oh, oh, oh
Na, na, na, na, na, na (please)
Oh, oh, oh
Na, na, na, na, na, na (please)

Glorify our problems
But we never solve 'em
We're too busy actin' like we know too much
Faking love and fucking up

Our friendships
We don't feel connected
We're too busy talking shit and losing sleep
We make it look easy

Na, na, na, na, na, na
Oh, oh, oh, oh-uhh
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Easy