Packed up your bags up
Thinking now I messed up
So I keep the light on
And your dresser empty
But I kept your jacket
So I could get your address
So I can send you letters
This time next year
Saying ooo
Is the city worth the cold
Hope your reaching all your goals
And finally saw your brother
Saying ooo
Hope you think of me
Cuz I still think of you
So let's call it cya soon
Let's call it cya soon
Mmmm
Let's call it cya soon
Mmmm
Let's call it cya soon
Now I'm in New York
As the leaves are changing
When did I lose sight of all the little things
Sunset on the high line
Burning green in Chelsea
Couldn't afford the high life but we loved those little things
Kind of sick of bed stuy
Without you with me
Remember jumping turnstiles, thinking we were 18
Hope you find more in the city than you find in me
Is it crazy to think we could keep each other warm
Ooo is the city worth the cold
Hope your reaching all your goals
And finally saw your brother
Ooo hope you think of me
Cuz I still think of you
So let's call it cya soon
Let's call it cya soon
Mmmm
Let's call it cya soon
Mmmm
Let's call it cya soon