Boys That Don't Exist
I keep writing songs about
Boys that don't exist
And I don't know why I write about heartbreak
When I've never felt it
Its just there on the radio, and on the big screen
In my friends lives and on the TV
They say its the meaning of everything
Does nobody even want to hurt me?
Maybe I'm just not worthy
To take advantage or take me home
And is it all better in the movies?
I'm a cynic but I shouldn't be
Because I guess I've never known
And every song is just the same
About breaking up or falling in
I'm sitting at the bottom of a fig tree
I'm not moving cause the apple hasn't hit me
There's so much to see that real life's kind of taken a back seat
And I spend my time dreaming but I think maybe heaven is living
And the strangest thing, is I don't really want these things
I just get worried when people tell me I should
But does nobody even want to hurt me?
Well maybe I'm just not worthy
To take advantage or take me home
And is it all better in the movies?
I'm a cynic but I shouldn't be
Because I guess I'll never know
And I'm getting kind of sick of my headphones
Cause everybody sounds the same
They're just telling the same old story
Over and over again
It's about lovers and ex loves
And fresh starts and breakups
And everything new, has already been said
Just on repeat inside of my headphones
Inside of my headphones
So I keep writing songs about
Boys that don't exist
Boys that don't exist
And I don't know why I write about heartbreak
When I've never felt it
Its just there on the radio, and on the big screen
In my friends lives and on the TV
They say its the meaning of everything
Does nobody even want to hurt me?
Maybe I'm just not worthy
To take advantage or take me home
And is it all better in the movies?
I'm a cynic but I shouldn't be
Because I guess I've never known
And every song is just the same
About breaking up or falling in
I'm sitting at the bottom of a fig tree
I'm not moving cause the apple hasn't hit me
There's so much to see that real life's kind of taken a back seat
And I spend my time dreaming but I think maybe heaven is living
And the strangest thing, is I don't really want these things
I just get worried when people tell me I should
But does nobody even want to hurt me?
Well maybe I'm just not worthy
To take advantage or take me home
And is it all better in the movies?
I'm a cynic but I shouldn't be
Because I guess I'll never know
And I'm getting kind of sick of my headphones
Cause everybody sounds the same
They're just telling the same old story
Over and over again
It's about lovers and ex loves
And fresh starts and breakups
And everything new, has already been said
Just on repeat inside of my headphones
Inside of my headphones
So I keep writing songs about
Boys that don't exist
Credits
Writer(s): Nicola Brooker
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