My New York City Apartment

There's no rush, I'll
Just wait on your front yard where
You're growing flowers
I'll be right here

Saw the world
Like I did when I was on a plane
I was scared of flying
But I rested my head on the windowpane

I'm leaving tomorrow
Won't you help me pack my bags
Sentimentally attached to the note you gave me back
When we were seven

It's time to go now
Or we're gonna miss out on my friend's show
We have to head out
We've got to get out of here

Leaving the ones who don't believe in us
We're letting them go
Falling apart in front of apartment
Two-One-O

I'll be back in a hurry
I promise
You'd forget all about me
I've never been the best

It's time to go now
Or we're gonna miss out on my friend's show
We have to head out
We've got to get out of here

It's time to go now
Or we're gonna miss out on my friend's show
We have to head out
We've got to get out of here

We've gotta get out
We've gotta get out of here



Credits
Writer(s): Allisa Fuad, Arief Fuad
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