| Tell me you never wanna see me again |
| And then keep showing up at my house |
| Tell me you’ll never be in love again |
| And now you’re walking 'round with someone else |
| If I was hungry, then you were starving |
| And he was so sick, but you were dying |
| If I was hungry, then you were starving |
| Now tell the dead man that you’re the one dying |
| Treat them like queens until they disagree |
| And never reflect to think, «Wait, maybe the problem was me» |
| Nah, man, just keep smoking weed |
| Tell this one, «Yeah, they were all crazy, unlike you, baby» |
| Tell me that no one knows me like you do |
| And tell me that my friends don’t tell me the truth |
| And maybe I’ll come crawling back to you |
| Like, that was your plan, right? |
| You worked so hard, but we were just lucky |
| To ride those coat tails into infinity |
| And all my success has got nothing to do with me |
| Yeah, tell me again how there just aren’t |
| That many girls in the music scene |
| It’s another all-male tour preaching equality |
| It’s another straight cis man who knows more about this than me |
| It’s another man telling us we’re missing a frequency |
| Show 'em, Kelly |
| It’s another man telling us we can’t fill up the room |
| It’s another man telling us to book a smaller venue |
| «Nah, hey, come on, girls, we’re only thinking about you» |
| Well, see how far we’ve come not listening to you |
| Yeah, just get a female opener, that’ll fill the quota |