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
(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
(ha-a-ppy)
And all my friends can see
You try to make a good memory
(memory)
But it'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
Oh, have fun
Have fu-u-un!
Oh, oh, oh
Have fun in the
Have fun in the
Have fu-u-un!