The City

Go through the day
 But I'll be checking on my phone
 To see if you called
 You didn't call
 One of the boys
 I'll be chill, I'll keep my cool
 But don't play me for the fool
 Don't be so cruel
 'Cause I can fake it that I'm happy
 But this time you can see
 You try to make a good memory
 'Cause you like my jealousy
 But you're...
 In the city
 When you should be here with me
 I know I might be boring
 But I'm not one for pity
 Have a ball
 At the Whitney with your friends
 All so pretty
 I know I'm being dramatic
 So I'll go and wish you
 Have fun in the city oh, oh, oh
 Have fun in the city oh, oh, oh
 (Ah, ah, ah)
 Time passes slow
 And I've called everyone I know
 But the more that people come over
 I realize I'm getting worse than I was alone
 Close down my phone
 I've been on it so much my eyes hurt
 And the outside is getting darker
 I'm tired and it's getting harder and harder to
 Fake it that I'm truly happy (happy)
 And all my friends can see
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 You try to make a good memory (memory)
 That's hard when it's not with me
 'Cause you're...
 In the city
 When you should be here with me
 I know I might be boring
 But I'm not one for pity
 So have a ball
 At the Whitney with your friends
 All so pretty
 I know I'm being dramatic
 So I'll go and wish you
 Have fun in the city oh, oh, oh
 Have fun in the city oh, oh, oh
 Have fun in the city oh, oh, oh
 Have fun in the city oh, oh, oh
 Have fun
 Go and have fun
 Have fun
 Oh, oh, oh
 Have fun, have fun
 Have fun