Suburbanite

Walking home at the end of the night
Following the yellow line that leads me to light
And it feels so weird to be the only ones in this town

Who give a shit about what's happening
Outside these doors
But the bigger pictures are blocked by suburban chores

The grass is green but the soil's turned to shit
The flowers bloom but they die off all too quick
Another problem in this perfect paradise

I feel smaller, not much smarter
Problems these days are just problems
Am I okay, paranoia
Am I okay, paranoia
We are all just paranoia
We are all just paranoia
We are all just paranoia
We are all just paranoia

Suburbanite paranoia



Credits
Writer(s): David Monk
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