Suburbs

growing up in the suburbs 
brick homes and shopping malls 
we’d drive by the 7 eleven 
fake IDs and cheap alcohol
looking back i’d never imagine 
our fun would become your disease 
we were just attending a party 
till somebody called the police 

you’d raise up your glass
hold up a match
and turn up the music loud
everyone knows when it’s time to go home
you were always the last one to walk out 
or pass out on the couch

we all moved to different cities 
lost touch we hadn't spoken for years 
we grew up and grew out of friendships 
moved on
started careers 
i guess you never left, you got bitter 
now your mom - i see her face when i sleep
the night they found your body 
i heard your father had to call the police 

 raise up your glass
hold up a match
and turn up the music loud
let’s give a toast to the star of the show 
i know you’re still holding it down 
throw another one back
let’s make this thing last 
turn up the music loud 
everyone knows when it’s time to go home
you were always the last to walk out 
or pass out on the couch