

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
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4/10/2026