Ridgewood, Son

One bedroom apartment.
Haven't left it going on three days.
Hate to be the one to say this,
but I think it's time some changes were made.
A sink full of empty coffee mugs.
And my records in my closet,
table with unread books.
Now honestly, how far have I really come?
Still consisting of classes, practice, dead end job.
This is where we live now
This is where we live now
This is where we live now, (this is where we live now)
This is how I spend my days.
(this is where we live now) This is where we live now
(this is where we live now) This is where we live now
(this is where we live now) This is where we live
This is how I spend my
It begs the question, "How much difference can location really make?"
Felt like I was doing better than the friends I left behind,
but I don't know now some doubt's crept in my mind.
Sometimes it's nice to go back home to remind ourselves
what it's really like where we came from.
Now I'm wondering (now I'm wondering) how did I leave that behind?
Toeing the line, toeing the line between escape and abandonment.
This is where we live now
This is where we live now
This is where we live now (this is where we live now)
This is how I spend my days.
(this is where we live now) This is where we live now
(this is where we live now) This is where we live now
(this is where we live now) This is where we live
This is how I spend my
It begs the question, "How much difference can location really make?"
Felt like I was doing better than the friends I left behind,
but I don't know now some doubt's crept in my mind.
Maybe it's better not to look back.
Maybe it's better (maybe it's better)
Maybe it's better not to look back.