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
cll your high school shit
But you don't know
That I know, I know
You're like that
cnd it's getting old

Coming home late
With your bitch blonde hair
Off your face
With your other girlfriend
cnd she don't know
That I know, I know
You're like that
I'm so bored
Of the boy next door
Of the boy next door

I think I waste my time
Staring through the window
While you rehearse pick up lines
They're all so superficial

It's tragically fake
There's no fun in games
Getting their numbers
Forgetting their names
Fuckin 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
cll 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
cnd she don't know
That I know, I know
You're like that
I'm so bored
Of the boy next door

I'm so bored
Of the boy next door

I'm so bored
Of the boy next door
Who thinks he's so sick
Wish I could ignore
cll 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
cnd she don't know
That I know, I know
You're like that
I'm so bored
Of the boy next door