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?