"Boy From Home" lyrics

I don't want to leave this city
Go back to the place I called home
Back there it gets messy
My shoes don't fit anymore
I can handle a tight squeeze
They wont go with my outfit
I don't think I'm superior at all
Just think that I've grown out of it

This boy back at home
He sent a text
On Saturday night
He wont 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
Then throw it back at me
You and I both know
If this 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 about 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 they let us in on the fun
Instead we're outside every joke
I afraid that I've become the punchline
"The girl that can't let it go"

Oh, I hate to see
This fake empathy
Don't apologize
Then throw it back at me
You and I both know
If this 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 about 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
You have to admit

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