Living In the City

Why does anyone care why i brush my hair
Certain people came here i won't even care
By my window i stare, with that fresh-ish air
Just blowing in my hair

I want to go out tonight

Hurt and often i swear i won't even care
All you people came here i don't even care
By my window i stare, with that fresh-ish air
Just blowing in my hair

I want to go out tonight