Oh the pictures from last winter, on your insta, not in frames
They depict us in a Christmas spirit acting all ok
On the inside, all my butterflies were burned by a hot rage
And the ashes of the creatures, in my stomach, they remained

Guess it serves as a reminder not to fall for love of fame
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing

Post the story, say we're over
Cause the people got to know
I'll do brand deals off thе weight loss
Selling serums that givе hope
It's dishonest, but for an easy buck i'll do just anything
'Cause i sold my soul so long ago i don't know where it is

And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Said you loved me, did you really?
'Cause you never said it to me

'Cause we kept it in the comment section, never felt, just seen
You can run off to the Daily Mail and do a piece on me
Don't have to feel bad, darling, this is mutual
15 minutes, make the most
Pull up the pictures from last winter, baby
That's just how it goes
La-da-da-da da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da da-da-da-da

Oh the pictures from last winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last winter, on your insta, not in frames
Oh the pictures from last winter, on your insta, not in frames

Oh the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
Said you loved me, did you really?
'Cause you never said it to me
Oh the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing
You can delete them, or keep them
Either way I'll twist the meaning
Cause the pictures, profiles, ticks and mobiles
No ceasing firing
Yeah with pictures, profiles, ticks are worthwhile
You'll get just anything
And the pictures on your insta
They don't mean a thing