Forest Ave.

A vacant look on stranger’s faces
Unfamiliar streets and lonely places
I feel like I’m a few steps behind
Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?
Empty bars, drunk declarations
I ask myself, what am I doing here?
Empty bars, drunk declarations
Bad neighborhoods, fucked up situations
I feel like I’m a few steps behind
Everything seemed a whole lot easier
Where everything moved slower
In the place that I knew better
Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?