Always Been The Same

I remember thinking she'd be sorry someday for treating me like she did

That's what sixteen-year-old boys think

They don't know how inconsequential it is

They're falling in love like they're falling in a hole

They're making their mix tapes and writing their poems

They're sitting outside or her house in their cars in the rain

I remember thinking I'd do anything for her

And I even think I believed it

Cause that's what eighteen-year-old boys think

When they think that she wants to feel needed.

But then they're jumping in bed with whoever comes along