Boys

Sit him down, shut him up, break him down, burn him out, let him down and remember that boys don't cry
Sit him down, shut him up, break him down, burn him out, let him down and I haven't made up my mind
My mind

In the beginning there was nothing at all and maybe that was how it was meant to be
Because now everyone is so unsatisfied and unhappy (so so unhappy)
And I'm sorry that I'm adding to the problem
But at least I'm trying not to be genuine
As if no else is

Stop writing sad songs, we've heard them all before and we're getting bored and we're ready to move on
Stop writing sad songs, we've heard them all before and we're getting bored and we're ready to move on

How does your life look now on the screens living out loud
And blind yourself to see how you feel or how you would like them to think that you feel
And it's all a lie, everything will hatch from our eggshell eyes
Destroy everything that you haven't got
I don't hate that I'm living, I just hate that I'm not

Sit him down, shut him up, break him down, burn him out, let him down and remember that boys don't cry
Sit him down, shut him up, break him down, burn him out, let him down and I have made up my mind
Boys cry

Stop writing sad songs, we've heard them all before and we're getting bored and we're ready to move on
Stop writing sad songs, we've heard them all before and we're getting bored and we're ready to move on

I know that I'm strange, I know I'm a weirdo but you like me this way
I know I'm imperfect, I know that I'm strange, I know I'm a weirdo but you like me this way
And stop living out loud
That's not true. No one wants to hear from you
I think that you're perfect

That's not you



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Blythe
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