Devil's Work

[Verse 1]

The prom queen looks real pretty, but inside she hates her life

And the boy that starts on varsity's dad doesn't treat him right

The quiet girl that's in the corner, has so much more to say

If only their minds weren't so damn opaque

She's the life of every party but she sits alone at lunch

Her reflection shows her ribcage, but she thinks she weighs too much

And they call each other best friends when it's a forbidden crush

Onе that their parents would nevеr approve of

[Pre-Chorus]

Isn't it sad the way it works?

That we think we're the only ones who hurt

[Chorus]

So just, breathe for a second

I know you're feeling so damn helpless

But before you do something reckless

Remember, magazines have editors and makeup does the devil's work

Don't cry 'cause you're not her, she's staying up all night

Scars to cover

And everything seems fine when it's not yours

But darling, magazines have editors

And everyone's a little hurt

[Verse 2]

They don't like you back 'cause you won't play their games

But the one you really want doesn't even know your name

And they swear the sky's the limit

When you've got dreams to chase

But you're barely making it through the day

[Pre-Chorus]

Isn't it so sad the way it works?

That we think we're the only ones who hurt

[Chorus]

So just, breathe for a second

I know you're feeling so damn helpless

But before you do something reckless

Remember, magazines have editors and makeup does the devil's work

Don't cry 'cause you're not her, she's staying up all night

Scars to cover

And everything seems fine when it's not yours

But darling, magazines have editors

And everyone's a little hurt

[Bridge]

Ooh-oooh

Everyone's a little hurt

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh (Ooh)

[Chorus]

So just, breathe for a second

I know you're feeling so damn helpless

Don't do something reckless

Remember, magazines have editors and makeup does the devil's work

Don't cry 'cause you're not her, she's staying up all night

Scars to cover (Ooh-ooh)

And everything seems fine when it's not yours (Ooh)

But darling, magazines have editors

And everyone's a little hurt