More songs by Shaboozey
Description
Envy of someone else's ability to forget always sounds particularly bitter. Here, it's almost a textbook on “easy breakups for advanced learners”: a new city, a new haircut, a new life. And behind the scenes - a cold mattress, a couple of casual flings, and the eternal question: who even issues certificates for this art of moving on without looking back? The music brings all this aching injustice together into one stream - where the smile of an ex hurts more than a declaration of love.
Producer: Sean Cook
Composer: Sean Cook
Lyricist: Whit Kane
Lyricist: Kevin Powers
Lyricist: Collins Obinna Chibuze
Lyricist: Serge Sanchez
Lyricist: David Ray Stevens
Lyricist: Alex Cabrera
Lyricist: Jake Torrey
Lyrics and translation
Original
I heard from a friend of a friend
That you finally made the West Coast move
Got a high rise apartment, a dog and a new hairdo
And to tell you the truth, yeah
I'm falling apart
But you're good as gold
And darling, I'm dying to know
Who taught you how to move on?
Who showed you how to make it look so damn easy
To skip me like an old song
And hang me out to dry like you were waiting to leave me?
With a smile that's twice as wide, as some over your eyes
I know you didn't learn on your own
Girl, who taught you how to move on?
Who taught you how to move on?
I tried a couple different flings
But there's no one getting me over you, yeah, yeah
Guess I'm all out of luck
When the bar closes up, around two
What do I do?
When I'm sleeping on the mattress as cold as you
Baby, I wish I knew
Who taught you how to move on?
Who showed you how to make it look so damn easy
To skip me like an old song
And hang me out to dry like you were waiting to leave me?
With a smile that's twice as wide, as some over your eyes
I know you didn't learn on your own
Girl, who taught you how to move on?
Who taught you how to move on?
Who do you see when you close your eyes?
Who's been keeping you up at night?
Seems like you've been doing alright
Maybe I'd be too, if I knew
Who taught you how to move on?
Who taught you how to move on?
Who showed you how to make it look so damn easy
To skip me like an old song (to skip me like an old song)
And hang me out to dry like you were waiting to leave me?
With a smile that's twice as wide, as some over your eyes
I know you didn't learn on your own
Girl, who taught you how to move on?
Who taught you how to move on?