The Suburban Story

A Tale of Two Dumb Kids Who just wanna write Something more than rhymes A Tale of Two House Separated by the winding times They try their best to write Something that can fit in With the times A perfect melody Or a tragedy Something in between We just wanna show the world How we can make something Out of nothing And we just wanna prove ourselves Before we lose ourselves in All the pity We sat down and wrote a song We sat down and saw it wrong After all of this How can we fall Tried to forge it Out of miracles And we can't stand until We hit the gold Oh we'll hit the gold How can we be young and old So young and old This is not a home The suburban story The suburban story The suburban story Tells from underneath underneath The suburban story The suburban story The suburban story Tells from underneath Underneath The heat You feel like the fortune kid Who grew up and found A west coast girl It was all catastrophe After a thousand fees No pixie love You feel so empty And broken Like a street light There's no more time There's no more time It's night fall but The suburban story The suburban story The suburban story Tells from underneath Underneath The suburban story The suburban story The suburban story Tells from underneath Underneath the heat The darker it gets My imagination forms The darker it gets My imagination forms The suburban story The suburban story The suburban story Tales from underneath Underneath The suburban story The suburban story The suburban story Tales from underneath Underneath the heat The suburban story The suburban story The suburban story Tales from underneath Underneath the heat