They said: Grow up So I learned how to fake it like an adult She wakes up with mascara dreams And headlines written in her screams Her mirror says she’s almost fine But breakfast tastes like turpentine He plays his wounds like violins And brags about his paper sins They kiss beneath fluorescent lights And set their hopes on fire at night But it’s easier to break When the world’s already cracked They trade hearts like fashion trends And never want them back Drama is a dress code, darling! Pain’s the new perfume Every scar's a spotlight now On your runway of doom So strike a pose and bite your tongue Cause broken's back in style We’ll fall apart in perfect sync And bleed with crooked smiles They practice tears in bathroom stalls And dream of dying on red carpets They text like poets in despair But cry when no one likes their targets Smile for the camera, love Tell ‘em all your tragic truth Then cry when no one claps enough And blame it on your youth Who needs peace when you’ve got followers? Who needs truth when you’ve got filters? Who needs love when you’ve got pity? Who needs help when you're so pretty? Drama is a dress code, darling! Pain’s the new perfume Every scar's a spotlight now On your runway of doom So strike a pose and bite your tongue Cause broken's back in style We’ll fall apart in perfect sync And bleed with crooked smiles We’ll fall apart With crooked smiles