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