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