suburban anthem,

get your damn hands up,

the next car flag it down.

our time is short and we’re far from town.

there’s flashing lights

high in the sky,

they don’t look like planes to me…

they want to take me from here

these days are named for fast makeouts and long commutes,

I thought you knew…

because, I have so many secrets longing to be true

I follow each with the vices I keep

crashing in through the windows from the street

everyone knows what man stands for:

marijuana, alchohol and nicotine