Magazines

I don't know if I'll like the city
But maybe if we give it a try we'll see
How much better it is supposed to be
I don't know if you'll like the city
But give it a chance, maybe eventually
We'll end up on the cover of magazines

She said you're not my type
My friends say find paradise
I won't be left behind
I won't be in search of my mind
She said "I'm not feeling right"
"You're better off switching sides"
Nothing left to decide
Nothing left to decide

I don't know if I'll like the city
But maybe if we give it a try we'll see
How much better it is supposed to be
I don't know if you'll like the city
But give it a chance, maybe eventually
We'll end up on the cover of magazines

Someday I'll feel at home
In a place where I belong
But I don't wanna be alone
Can't fight this on my own
Someday I'll feel at home
In a place where I belong
Should've been there all along
Should've been there all along

I know where my heart is supposed to be
Finding time to kill in limousines
I know where my heart is meant to be
Not in your hands, but where I'll go
I'll figure this out all on my own

I don't know if I'll like the city
But maybe if we give it a try we'll see
How much better it is supposed to be
I don't know if you'll like the city
But give it a chance, maybe eventually
We'll end up on the cover of magazines

Take it with a grain of salt
Maybe it's a work of art
Take it with a grain of salt
Maybe it's a work of art
Take it with a grain of salt
Maybe it's a work of art
Take it with a grain of salt
Maybe it's a work of art

I don't know if we'll like the city
But give it a chance, maybe eventually
We'll end up on the cover of magazines



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Ayaay
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