Letra de ' Boy From Home ' de Brynn Cartelli

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 minutе
But nobody wanted to listen
So herе I am, finally miles away
From a life I used to know
I wish that I didn't have tears down my face
Cryin' '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 they let me in on the fun
Instead, I'm outside every joke
I'm afraid I've become the punch line
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
Cryin' '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

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