This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters. We never stood a chance. And I'm not sure if it matters. If you are the shores I am the waves begging for big moons. I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town. I know this hurts it was meant to. Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one. And it's mind over (you don't) matter. This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters. But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming. Into microphones for attention. Because we're just so bored. I never knew that you would pick it apart oh. I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts. I used to obsess over living. Now I only obsess over you. Tell me you'd like boys like me better. In the dark lying on top of you. This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters