Ever wonder what your friends are doing after that dinner?
So you ask them, and they answer
The wrong question, and you think that it's weird
But don't think you'll mention
Then you overhear that it's somebody's 21st birthday
You don't know them, it's this Thursday
And they're going, and you think that it's weird
That they didn't mention
[Pre-Chorus]
If anyone knows why, hit my line
I'm kinda tired of being left out this time
I know it's not supposed to be a city of angels
But could you be a little less fake?
[Chorus]
Like boyfriends talking 'bout all of their girlfriends
Talking 'bout all of the places they go when I go home
When I can't help but wonder if they know
That on weekends, they're making out while I'm sleeping
Look at them, out at the places they go when I go home
When I can't help but wonder if they know I know
[Verse 2]
Play it off, they don't have to know that you can still hear them
And still see them with their masquerade expressions
And their crocodile confessions, I guess
[Pre-Chorus]
If anyone knows why, hit my line
I'm kinda tired of being left out this time
I know it's not supposed to be a city of angels
But could you be a little less tactless as fuck
[Chorus]
Boyfriends talking 'bout all of their girlfriends
Talking 'bout all of the places they go when I go home
When I can't help but wonder if they know
That on weekends, they're making out while I'm sleeping
Look at them, out at the places they go when I go home
When I can't help but wonder if they know I know
[Bridge]
Every little thing that you say behind my back
Oh, you think you're slick, well, she thinks you're wack
And he thinks you're bad at playing pickup
Thank God, I'm so sick of
[Chorus]
Boyfriends talking 'bout all of their girlfriends
Talking 'bout all of the places they go when I go home
When I can't help but wonder if they know I know
Weekends, they're making out while I'm sleeping
Look at them, out at the places they go when I go home
When I can't help but wonder if they know I know
[Outro]
Every little thing that you say behind my back
Oh, you think you're slick, well, she thinks you're wack
And he thinks you're bad at playing pickup
And I hope they know I know