He’ll Get Tired Of It

[Verse 1]
You call him late
Hang up first
Make him chase you
Like a curse
You love the pull
You love the push
You love him crying
Till you’ve had enough
I see his face
When you’re cruel
He laughs it off
But I know the truth
He tells me things
You don’t hear
Like how he hates
Feeling small
My dear
[Pre-Chorus]
You think you’ve got forever
Like hearts don’t ever split
Keep tugging on that tether
I’m standing right here watching it
[Chorus]
He’ll get tired of it
Tired of begging for a little bit of kindness
He’ll get tired of it
Of your twisted little tests and your silence
You keep betting he’ll stay
While you twist the knife
But you’re playing with fire
Girl
And I could change his life
He’ll get tired of it
And he might get tired of you
Right into my arms
When he’s finally through (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
You keep score
Of every flaw
Turn his soft
Into your war
He buys you flowers
You roll your eyes
He swallows hurt
You swallow pride
He texts me late
“Guess what she did”
I talk him down
Like I’m just a friend
But when he breaks
For the last time
I’ll be the one
On the other side
[Pre-Chorus]
You think he loves this circus
That he lives to jump your hoops
But every show has curtains
And I’m front row in the truth
[Chorus]
He’ll get tired of it
Tired of crawling just to kiss your shoulder
He’ll get tired of it
And every teardrop makes his heart grow colder
You keep pulling that string
Like he’s tied to you
But the minute it snaps
Girl
I know what he’ll do
He’ll get tired of it
And when he walks out on you
He won’t fall apart
He’ll fall into something new (hey!)
[Bridge]
You don’t see
How he looks at me
When we’re driving home
And you’re on your phone
You don’t hear
How he says my name
Like it’s somewhere safe
Far from all your games
[Chorus]
He’ll get tired of it
Tired of dancing on your tilted table
He’ll get tired of it
Soon he’ll want a love that’s real
Not a fable
You keep betting he’ll stay
Like he’s stuck to you
But the second he’s free
Girl
I know who he’ll choose
He’ll get tired of it
And when he’s done being used
He’ll be tired of losing
So he’ll come to me
He’ll get tired of it
And he’ll finally see what you can’t be

rock, Shimmering 80s pop-rock with female vocals, bright chorus guitars and steady live drums, verses driven by palm-muted riffs and synth pads. Pre-chorus lifts with tom fills and rising pads, chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a soaring lead. Clean bass glues the groove; add a short guitar lick hook that echoes the title line after each chorus for instant ear candy., pop