Forest Ave. - Get Bent

A vacant look on stranger’s faces

Unfamiliar streets and lonely places

I feel like I’m a few steps behind

Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?

Empty bars, drunk declarations

I ask myself, what am I doing here?

Empty bars, drunk declarations

Bad neighborhoods, fucked up situations

I feel like I’m a few steps behind

Everything seemed a whole lot easier

Where everything moved slower

In the place that I knew better

Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?