Right now I'm sitting in my room writing a song It's never felt like home here, but I guess it's not far off Mom is in the kitchen and my clothes are on the floor Homesick disposition with one foot out the door
I live in the suburbs, But it's quick drive into town I'll pretend it's New York City, when no one else is around And there's parents and their kids, they're in the lawn I forgot that in a year it'll be gone
I miss this But I'm living it I wish I could grab life by their shoulders And scream: I'm sick of getting older 'Cause I miss this But I'm living it One day I'll move on One day I'll move out And I'll wish that I was Where I am right now
