suburban song
I don't mean to whine, but if I may
It's hard to not feel angry
There's people that betray me
But acting high and mighty won't change a thing
[?]
Offering stability and much
When that would be to bolt to
Stability's an alter
That middle class white family's oh [great?] too
[?]
Balls of steal and puppy heart
Convictions, restrictions, now a place to start
Perfect teeth and bloodshot eyes
Remember forever, your last goodbyes
But never the hellos
Keep digging your moat
Pushing them away will never make the change
I don't mean to stretch mysеlf to [?]
But control, lately, It's fleeting (oh, it's so fleeting!)
So describe morе Citalopram (describe more citalopram!)
Substitute the worried (worried for detachment!) for detachment
I know
Limitations of my nation grow
Respect is something borrowed (respect is something borrowed!)
The gods of all tomorrow (the gods of all tomorrow!)
Demission seems to be their only plan
No hope
Balls of steal and puppy heart
Convictions, restrictions, now a place to start
Perfect teeth and bloodshot eyes
Remember forever, your last goodbyes
But never the hellos
Keep digging your moat
Pushing them away will never make the change
