Bada doo da doo, hey

My hands still smell like your hair
My sheets still smell like your skin
My car still has your playlist
My friends still ask how you've been

And my phone has all of those texts
And that pic, yeah that pic that you sent up at 2am
I am, I am, trying so hard to get over you
With this phone in my hand, and

How can I find someone else to love?
With this phone in my hand, it's pain per view
How can I find someone else to love?
With this phone in my hand, can't get over you
I blame the internet
I hate the internet

They know what you did last night
I seen your girl, guess you've got a nеw type
And you and I haven't spoke in a yеar
But one click and it feels like you're here

Cause my phone has all of those texts
And that pic, yeah that pic that you sent up at 2am
I am, I am, trying so damn hard to get over you
With this phone in my hand, and

How can I find someone else to love?
With this phone in my hand, it's pain per view
How can I find someone else to love?
With this phone in my hand, I can't get over you

Finally the call of shame, how are you?
I know it's your birthday, and we don't speak
But I thought about you, do you think about me?
Ooh, do you think about we?
I hate the internet
I blame the internet
Because of you, I hate the internet
Cause of you, I hate the internet
Ooh, Ooh