Ridgewood, Son.

One bedroom apartment
Haven’t left it in three days
I 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
My records in my closet
That table’s full of unread books
Now honestly, how far have I really come
My schedule still consists of classes, practice
And my dead end job
This is where we live now
This is how I spend my days
Sometimes it’s nice to go back home to remind ourselves
What it’s really like where we came from
Now I’m wondering how did I leave that behind?
Toeing the line between escape and abandonment
Maybe it’s better not to look back