I don't wanna leave this city Go back to the place I called home Back there it gets messy My shoes don't fit anymore I can't handle the tight squeeze They don't go with my outfit I don't think I'm superior at all Just think that I've grown out of it But this boy back at home He sent a text on a Saturday night He won't lay to rest what we had in July I should want him dead, but I stayed by his side Like all of my friends Oh, I hate to see this fake empathy Don't apologize and throw it back at me You and I both know if it were anyone else I'd send him to hell in a minute But nobody wanted to listen So here I am, finally miles away From a life I used to know I wish that I didn't have tears down my face Crying 'bout a boy from home I don't wanna leave this city End up in that basement again He always threw the worst parties The girls deemed as the audience God forbid he let me in on the fun Instead I'm outside every joke I'm afraid I've become the punchline "The girl that can't let it go" Oh, I hate to see this fake empathy Don't apologize and throw it back at me You and I both know if it were anyone else I'd send him to hell in a minute But nobody wanted to listen So here I am, finally miles away From a life I used to know Wish that I didn't have tears down my face Crying 'bout a boy from home No thanks, I'll stay here in New York with my New friends, apartment, you don't cross my mind These streets, hold me tighter than you ever did I have to admit That I don't wanna leave this city I don't see your face in these crowds When I recognized your cologne on the subway I took the next station out