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