You gotta listen to yourself
Don't put too much stock
In anybody else's opinions of you.
Are they wearing your shoes?
Another late night mission
With this crippling hesitation to find you.
We left it too late
And now we're wondering
Why there's another light on
Another candle in another window
For a part of you
That's never coming home
When she said she loved you
Did she mean she loved you?
Or just the idea, of what you could do, for her?
It's all turned blue for you
It used to be silver and gold
Now you just
Do what you're told
Suburbia has eaten what you've grown.
And now, it's all gone cold
These days I don't mind doing anything,
As long as I remember it
My mind, and my memory
Have both gone to
Pot calls the kettle black
And swung around the back
For a final drag meet
Salt the earth and scorch my feet
Because I'm here, with my same bag of used opinions
When I said I loved you
Did I mean I loved you?
Or just the idea, of what I could do, for you?
It's all turned blue for me
I've lived my life in red, gold and green
Now I've seen
All I'll see
Suburbia has reaped what I sowed
And now, it's all gone cold
I've got a spring in my step but nowhere to spring to
And if I squint at this lamp post maybe it looks like the moon.
But I never expected my hard choices to come to career vs life
I don't like having to make bad decisions for you
It's all turned blue for you.
It used to be silver and gold,
Now we just
Do what we're told
Suburbia has eaten what we've grown.
And now, it's all gone cold