suburbia - Two Another

All my friends

Hiding behind their white picket fence

On weekends

Their parents drink away their common sense

Suburbia you chewed me up and spat me out

Kicked me to the curb

Won’t fall in that trap

I’m never going back

Dry those tears

A straight-A freshmen never shows his fear

I’ll run away

And won’t be leaving with a souvenir

Suburbia, your clean cut grass

Your catholic guilt, you’re front yard flags

Won’t fall in that trap

I’m never going back

Wasn’t poster-child perfection

I don’t wanna be like other kids

Headed in the wrong direction

I can feel the walls are closing in

I’m dreaming of a new world every night

Yeah, suburbia, I’m leaving you behind

Leaving you

I’m leaving you

I’m leaving you

Suburbia, I’m leaving you behind