Where Did My Standards Go? (feat. Alex) [Intro] Video (MV)

I'm a college girl so I must write fake deep shit about fraternity boys
Who never text me back
I do, and you'd be right to assume that
And you might expect for me to say "but I am more than just that
More than fake deep, cliche, millennial bullshit"
Unfortunately, if I claimed that
It'd just be even more fake deep, cliche, millennial bullshit
So I won't claim that
I won't claim
That I'm more than the validation I felt
When a drunk eighteen-year-old told me he thought I was "fine as hell"
I identify myself in how many "u up?" texts I get at 3am or in my 496 tinder matches
I thrive in a club environment, when men make eyes at me across dark rooms
When they offer to spend their whole paycheck with hopes of getting me drunk
I don't drink but they don't know that, they want me to go home with them

I told my roommate to hit me if I went to another party with him
He's used me over and over but I like the attention
I suppose we were both using each other
He had a girlfriend the whole time and I think she knew about me
I spent most of my time pretending I didn't know about her
But for some reason that didn't bother me as much as it probably should've
Where did my standards go?
I used to say that I would never kiss a man who's lips I had to share with cigarettes
Now the smell of strawberry lemonade vape juice evokes the feeling of contentment
I used to say commitment and an outlook for the future would be non negotiable
But now I find convenience and proximity to be more appealing