my phone knows

What's wrong with me?
I can't find my symptoms on Web M.D
Accidentally said your name out loud
And now, I'm getting ads for therapy

There's no cure on the internet
Searching how to forget an ex
But I'm not ready to erase you yet

I think my phone can tell when I'm sad at night
I swear my data knows you're still on my mind
Cause all my ads turn into relationship advice
Think the algorithms right
My phone knows I'm not over you
I'm not over you

Drove past your street
And your address comes right up on my home screen
I was on my way to find a new place with new faces
But maps knows exactly where I'd rather be

There's no cure on the internet
Searching how to forget an ex
But I'm not ready to erase you yet

I think my phone can tell when I'm sad at night
I swear my data knows you're still on my mind
Cause all my ads turn into relationship advice
Think the algorithms right
My phone knows I'm not over you
I'm not over you

Not over you, not over you, not over you, yeah
Not over you, not over you, not over you
Yeah, yeah