Lyrics
Lay awake through the night
Say what I know you'll like, it's fake but it's nice for you
Something doesn't feel right
Think I wasted your time, I can't say that I'm confused
Still you dream of New York City,
walking hurried, life is pretty good
Waiting for your skater boy who comes from money,
hardwoods underfoot
Morning broke through the night,
Mouth still tangy and dry and my tongue is tied for you
Scroll through your favorite tiles
Might not post for a while I heard that's in style, So You
But you're still on your own in New York City,
now your ex is looking pretty good
Skate alone, you're getting gritty,
call your mama say you're coming home
Taking my own advice
Uh oh, I'm not so wise