Suburbs

Drunken fantasies, big dreams, fake titties
Peroxide blonde, heartbreak in new cities
Staring in the mirror like, "babe, what you cryin' for?"
I've been running the streets looking for something to die for
I know guys like you
You'll scoop me up and rip me in two
I'm tryin' to keep my distance
I get so superstitious
But babe, it's like I'm anchored to you

Honey, baby, save me maybe
Been drowning in my skin for so long
I've been dreaming of being your buttercup
I'll miss you even so long after you're gone

Hit me up if you're ever in the east end
Can't tell if our sadness' just the turn of the season
I'd die for the glamour, bury me in jewels and pearls
I think I like the pain, guess I'm just that kinda girl

Could you just tell me what you want from me?
'Cause I've been thinking you want her instead
You could meet me in the suburbs, we could keep this undercover
Then I really won't get out of your head



Credits
Writer(s): Erin Browne
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