Anywhere else or bust

I've got no place to go.
She's got no place to go
so we stay home and drive each other crazy.

I want to go out-venture, but with a purpose.
I need a game plan for my life.
For our relationship
else we're doomed.

New York City provided us with our own autonomy.
L.A is isolating-lonely.
I'm looking for that click.

I've hit a wall and, ironically,
this town is forcing me to face myself.
Lots of alone time and now
I'm sick of me,
and tired before I even start
of all the things I need to do.

Where to begin?
I don't know
And now time has clamped
onto my ass with a lock jaw grip.

The dog loves me though.

Anywhere else or bust.