Ayy ayy
You cry over boys you havent even met in real life
Yeah you know hes the worst
But you tell all your friends he seems nice oh-oh
You change like the seasons in LA
And by that I mean that you dont ever really even change
No you just cry over boys you havent even met in real life
Oh-oh
How many nights can you spend
Staining your pillow with makeup
When youre really upset
Its so annoying to take off
Just to do it again
Oh whats the point in dressing up to be let down
Arent you tired of getting hurt
Arent 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
Oh oh
How many nights can you spend
Staining your pillow with makeup
When youre really upset
Its so annoying to take off
Just to do it again
Oh whats the point in dressing up to be let down
Arent you tired of getting hurt
Arent you sick of of making it worse
Yeah when you gonna learn
When you gonna learn
When you gonna learn
How not to get hurt
Oh when you gonna learn
You cry over boys you havent even met in real life
Yeah you know hes the worst
But you tell all your friends he seems nice
cry over boys