I make a list
Of friends I should see
Check in the boxes
Won't see them for three months
Or more, if we're lucky
Got such busy lives
Spent on our phones
Pretending we're part of
The high life, having so much fun
The city might be breathing but it's suffocating me
I thought that I could do this but it's getting hard to see
The reason I keep trying to sleep through sirens in the street
Is the fear of leaving where I'm supposed to be
Is the fear of leaving where I'm supposed to be
All roads lead here
Following that sound
The place to find who you are
But you won't be found
You can shoot for gold
And give it everything
But in this race
The rats decide who win
That's the high life, aren't we having fun?
The city might be breathing but it's suffocating me
I thought that I could do this, but it's getting hard to see
The reason I keep trying to sleep through sirens in the street
Is the fear of leaving where I'm supposed to be
Is the fear of leaving where I'm supposed to be
Dreamers and cynics, living for the night
They say it's the place to be, but never question why
Am I not happy here
(When they are, when they are)
Why, am I not happy here?
(When they are, when they are)
Oh why am I not happy here?
(When they are)
The city might be breathing, but I can't catch my breath
Till I escape these city walls, it's weight sits on my chest
The only reason I'm still here, living in these streets
Is a fear of leaving somewhere, people sell their souls to be
Like I did, young dreamer, awake but fast asleep
Following the footsteps that I thought were meant for me
Why am I not happy here, but why can't I leave
Why am I not happy here, but why can't I leave
