I think my parents love you
But I don't think that Jesus does
With the things you do
In the bedroom 'cross the street
With another girl you used
You act like you're a nice guy
But you've really got them fooled
Got them fooled
You tell another white lie
Easy with your blue eyes
Really not my type
So I got a message
To the boy next door who thinks he's so sick
Wish I could ignore all your high school shit
But you don't know that I know, I know you're like that
It's getting old
Coming home late with your bitch blonde hair
Off your face with your other girlfriend
And she don't know that I know, I know you're like that
I'm so bored of the boy next door
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Boy next door
I think I waste my time staring through the window
While you rehearse pickup lines
They're all so superficial
It's tragically fake
There's no fun in games
Getting their numbers, forgetting their names
Fucking lame
So here's to all the white lies
Every wasted night
So raise up your glasses
To the boy next door who thinks he's so sick
Wish I could ignore all your high school shit
But you don't know that I know, I know you're like that
It's getting old
Coming home late with your bitch blonde hair
Off your face with your other girlfriend
And she don't know that I know, I know you're like that
I'm so bored of the boy next door
Door, door, door
I'm so bored of the boy next door, door, door
I'm so bored
Of the boy next door who thinks he's so sick
Wish I could ignore all your high school shit
But you don't know that I know, I know you're like that
It's getting old
Coming home late with your bitch blonde hair
Off your face with your other girlfriend
And she don't know that I know, I know you're like that
I'm so bored of the boy next door