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

And I live in the suburbs, but it´s a quick drive into town
I pretend it´s New York City when no one else is around
And there´s parents and their kids there in the lawn
I forgot that in a year it´ll be gone

I miss this, but I´m living it
Wish I could grab life by the 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