They say they're gonna love you to the end of time
But they're not, no they're not
They say they're gonna try to keep an open mind
But they're not, no they're not

And they'll promise kids
And they'll promise love
They'll try to teach you things, things you already know

Boyfriends

Try to sing you songs about the open skies
But they're not, no they're not
Write you letters saying that their gonna die
But they're not, no they're not

And they might need a pet
They might need a mom
They're gonna come with threats
About you staying young

Let's get you out of here
Let's get you out of here
There's no need my dear
Let's get you out of here

Boyfriends

They say they'll try to release you from the golden smile
But they're not, no they're not
They say their gonna keep you from dramatic cries
But they're not, no they're not

And they'll become their dicks
Puke on your heart
They're gonna make you sick
It's gonna get real dark

Let's get you out of here
Let's get you out of here
There's no need my dear
Let's get you out of here

Boyfriends
Boyfriends
Boyfriends
Boyfriends

Men today can't live in living rooms

Boyfriends
Boyfriends

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Andrew Whiteman, Ariel Engle, Brendan Canning, Charles Spearin, Justin Peroff, Kevin Drew