Miss This

Right now I'm sitting in my room writing a song
It's never felt like home here, but I guess it's not far off
Mom is in the kitchen and my clothes are on the floor
Homesick disposition with one foot out the door

I live in the suburbs, But it's quick drive into town
I'll pretend it's New York City, when no one else is around
And there's parents and their kids, they're in the lawn
I forgot that in a year it'll be gone

I miss this
But I'm living it
I wish I could grab life by their shoulders
And scream: I'm sick of getting older
'Cause I miss this
But I'm living it
One day I'll move on
One day I'll move out
And I'll wish that I was
Where I am right now