She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living

I’m on the highway hitting 110 and wondering when the summer ends
I need another minute
I do it my way, my way, with no room to squeeze
I only do it for me, so why you hanging on?

Reading the writing on the walls in the bathroom stalls
I get called out like every seven inches
She the type that expects you to call her but my phone been broken
I can’t remember seven digits
Got me tripping
And my memory slipping
I get it, I got it, I’m good, It’s gone
In the thick of it, under the influence
Under the bridge, could run away in under a minute
Could leave you standing at the altar in front of all of your friends
I can’t be trusted with a date
I can’t be trusted with a heart
Love me when I stay but I’m a runner from the start
I’m a runner from the start
My feet hit ground at sunrise and I’ll keep running until it’s dark
I’m sorry

She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living

She said, “Wait, whatchu really living for?
The fuckboy life, or you want more? It ain’t the high road if you cut corners
Look around you got one foot on a good thing and one out the door
So whatchu in it for?
I’m not gonna wait up
If you keep making deals with the devil,
One day you gon’ have to pay up
And recognize you wasted a better life
Acting like the whole thing’s televised
Stop it, knock it off, you not that important
No camera in the mirror, Truman why you performing
Look me in the eyes when you tell me that you’re better off alone
I see the pain in your face but you ignore it
She said, “men ain’t shit, you aren’t any different. You gon’ end up all alone. You don’t stand for anyone or anything”
I said,
“Wait, hold up woah”

She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living
She don’t get it, this is how I’m living

She don’t get it
It isn’t how it used to be
I took all the tom up out my foolery
Never been the masculine type
A secret under wraps and I was making a light
Ain’t had a sabbath in sight
How I lavish in a self-made image
Built a casket for my wrath and put my past self in it
It’s a path I forged so I could travel untethered to where I’m headed
Found what matters in a new beginning
She don’t get it
This is how I’m living now
It isn’t how it used to be
She don’t get it
And she never will