Your New Old Apartment

I only saw you a couple times last year

Once at a wedding and once at a funeral

I wore the same clothes to both and I was worried you would notice 'cause yours were impeccable.

You filled me in on potential five-year plans

You're thinking of jobs and homes and children Slowly rotating a silver wedding band

Between your thumb and middle finger

And I wondered 'Oh my god, did i get lost'?

Am I young enough to just move on?

I saw a classmate I hadn't seen in years

He was well-dressed and I fucked up our handshake

How's making music?

I haven't listened yet

But somebody said you're doing great

And it felt like a dream at double-speed on a Greyhound back from Pittsburgh

Comparing something like that to where others are at

What a backwards way to calculate self-worth

My mother's out there climbing mountains

My father's finished with his work

My sister's moving to a brand new city

My brother's looking out for her

But anyway, thanks for having me over

to your new old apartment

I'm doing well, my flight was fine

I see you listened to the record that I sent you

I wish I saw you all the time

But this is fine

I hope I see you a little more this year

I want a good look at the life that you're building