Vārdi:
Wonder Years The Suburbia

The bowling alley burnt down They said it was a cigarette and I almost believed it There were burns in the carpet But everyone knows that it was for the

: This is how I'm spending six AM Scraping ice off a windshield, freezing I'm late to work again Another double shift I'm gonna pull my weight in this

: It's a series of bars, thrift stores and churches lining the streets While women with gold crosses push kids into half-formed beliefs If Lot was righteous

: Two dollars, twenty-seven cents January seventeenth, 2006 Here in a diner with my friends Talking about how the year went A few years later I walk

beaten to death in Memorial Park under one of the benches The cops all said it was probably kids But nobody ever found them I guess they stopped trying And I wonder

: You drove me all the way up here cause you could tell that I was a mess I wasn?t going to make it to dinner And I shouldn?t be calling again You drove

: The fountain was off. This is the first time I?ve been back to the city in months. I?m trying to hold it together but irony?s found cracks in the foundation

like it did a year ago I'll put my life back together in silence While writing songs on Molly's guitar And Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing Suburbia

Two dollars, twenty-seven cents January seventeenth, 2006 Here in a diner with my friends Talking about how the year went A few years later I walk in