You cry over boys
You haven't even met in real life
Yeah, you know he's the worst
But you tell all your friends
He seems nice
You change like the seasons in LA
And by that I mean
That you don't ever really even change
No, you just cry over boys
You haven't even met in real life
How many nights can you spend
Staining your pillow with makeup
When you're really upset
It's so annoying to take off
Just to do it again
Oh, what's the point
In dressing up to be let down
Aren't you tired of getting hurt
Aren't you sick of, of making it worse
You cry over boys
You know would never cry about you
He used to light up your room
Now your phone is darker than a tattoo
You move like the Earth around the stars
Broken hearted when you end up
In the same place that you start
Back to crying over boys
You know would never cry about you
How many nights can you spend
Staining your pillow with makeup
When you're really upset
It's so annoying to take off
Just to do it again
What's the point
In dressing up to be let down
Aren't you tired of getting hurt
Aren't you sick of, of making it worse
Yeah, when you gonna learn
When you gonna learn
When you gonna learn
When you gonna learn
You cry over boys
You haven't even met in real life
Yeah, you know he's the worst
But you tell all your friends
He seems nice