Teenage

Every week I make a new map of the city Everywhere a different place than the last month Every night a different scene than the last one Till they turn up the lights You say you wanna fight I know you want to cry a little bit Before we go to sleep in separate rooms I can't tell you why Baby dry your eyes a little bit Cause my apartment don't feel like home Five years since senior year Walk to yours and you're asleep Makes me feel like 2018 Makes me feel like flying If I knew at 211 I would feel like I do now Making up my bed on Bedford Waking from a bad dream You call me when I'm asleep You tell me you don't feel like fighting Only six blocks of distance You might as well be in Pittsburgh You tell me when I'm away Sometimes that you feel like dying I told you that I'm the same So we should not be apart It was the same day We had the same dream I watched the split screen And felt like lightning And woke I wake up You were with me It was the same day It was the same dream You say you wanna fight I know you want to cry a little bit Before we go to sleep in separate rooms I can't tell you why Baby dry your eyes a little bit Cause my apartment don't feel like home