Suburbiphobia (feat. Jesse Michael Hann & Amanda DeSouza)

One year to pass, one year to fail
"One year" I said, "then I'll bail"
I've got zero prospects, zero potential
Stuck in the utterly residential
By now I thought I would be
The Steven Spielberg of South Jersey
But now I'm starting to realize
Maybe success just ain't for me
'Cause I've done some thinking, and after a while
I've reached a breakdown
What a chore, barely twenty-four
And I'm living and dying in my hometown

Under fire, 'cause I'm unemployed
At my parents house as I stare into the void
I can't take one more family fight
And I can't see my dreams out in a town with one stoplight

Suburbiphobia
I've got a case of
Suburbiphobia
I don't want to waste my time anymore
Suburbiphobia
Here's to twenty-four!

I wake up, bolt out of my bed
Rod Serling's in my head
"The pit of man's fears and sum of his knowledge"
Is living at home right after college
You bust your ass for a bachelor's degree
Your reward is a lack of privacy
I may be tearing my hair out
But I've got nowhere else to be
You can't fight the system, the system is God
So sing "Hallelujah", screw ya!
Look at me turning 23
And I'm running out of time and moolah

Home sweet home's feeling
Less than sweet
Sweating all the time
And I can't turn down the heat
(I can't turn down the heat)
Twenty-five might just spell my doom
Quarter century crisis in my childhood bedroom

Suburbiphobia
I've got a case of
Suburbiphobia
I don't want to wait around another year
Suburbiphobia
Get me out of here!

I'm stuck at home, it's looking bad (One day they'll see)
I'll make it out to the Hollywood sign
I've begun to worry I'll end up like (Oh my God)
Dad, can't you see that I'm twenty-two, not nine
I'm running out of time here
Ultimatums left and right
I'm gonna book that flight
And someday soon
I'm getting out
Out of mind and out of sight

Suburbiphobia
I've got a case of
Suburbiphobia
I don't want to waste my time anymore
Suburbiphobia
Suburbiphobia