"Better Things To Do" lyrics

(You) My name must taste pretty sweet
'Cause it's always on your tongue (Tongue)
Can't help but crave little me
When you're sad, alone, and drunk

So tell everyone your slanted truth
Where I'm a tool and you're a saint
I'm moving on with someone new
And you're just doing figure eights

It's clear you haven't slept a wink
Spilling our drama like your drinks
You're really doing everything
Shoved me down and thought I'd sink
But, baby, my mouth's been busy too
Don't ask me 'What?', the question's 'Who?'
'Cause I got, I got better things to do
And none of them are you, you, you, you, you

Funny I'm still under your skin
While my hands are in his hair (Hair)
He's mature, doesn't act like a kid
It's a breath of fresh air

Spend our nights in Wedgewood, Houston
Shouldn't say what we've been doing
That would make this song explicit
(And I don't really think you'd wanna listen)

It's clear you haven't slept a wink
Spilling our drama like your drinks
You're really doing everything
Shoved me down and thought I'd sink
But, baby, my mouth's been busy too
Don't ask me 'What?', the question's 'Who?'
'Cause I got, I got better things to do
And none of them are you, you, you, you, you
Better things to do, do, do
None of them are you, you, you

I could tell 'em all your blah blah blah
Make 'em think I never wanted ya
I could tell 'em all your blah blah blah
Make 'em think I never needed ya
I could tell 'em all your blah blah blah
But I don't gotta be a dick to ya
'Cause I got, I got better things to do

It's clear you haven't slept a wink
Spilling our drama like your drinks
You're really doing everything
Shoved me down and thought I'd sink
But, baby, my mouth's been busy too
Don't ask me 'What?', the question's 'Who?'
'Cause I got, I got better things to do
And none of them are you, you, you, you, you
Better things to do, do, do
None of them are you, you, you

None of them are you