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