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 out 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

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 (see)
You try to make a good memory (memory)
But that's hard when it's not with me

'Cause you're out 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