suburbia

tomorrow is the last day i want to see the world
i never went to Europe like you said i should
many things escaped me but i never said word
but still i saw your inconsistencies
it’s been to long that you’ve hid from me

i’m left here tearing my throat is in my hands
two days passed and i’m still a nervous wreck
you talk about your regrets you wear them like a sweater
i don’t mourn the birth of us i mourn the death of me

two cats and a dog and a white picket fence in the front yard
cookouts every saturday the neighbor imposing on us
something about this situation is unsettling
it’s much too late for me i’m a public embarrassment

i’ve got one way to take this you don’t love me
you never talked to me so how was i supposed to know
that all you wanted was a piece of your parents
i’m broken down from trying would you please stop quitting

i wanted to see everything but i’m lost and i’m tired of working
the last thing i could tell was the ballerina had fallen

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