Flowafield - The girl who hates the city

And she want a big house say its not a difference
The city is an eyesore, hate to be consistent
And I wish we didn't fight so much, couldn't make the distance
And I blame my tongue and mouth, shut up, way too much persistence
I make hate songs from my floor
Nobody knocking on my door
Scared of what we could've been
Scared that we could have been more
And I know you hate the city
Was it too much to be with me
Hate the smell hate the cars
I still think its kind of pretty

Doesn't matter what you think or say
Help me like it helped you not stay
Said you don't like me, okay?
Okay okay okay

Got one place, got one dream
Got a day, got a week
And you see, that you don't
And you wish, but you won't
Got one place, got one dream
Got a day, got a week
And you see, that you don't
And you wish, but you won't
Wipe your feet on me like I'm your doormat
You see when I fail don't you like that
Tell u how it is and you ignore that
Hate me cause I'm right and you know that