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