Subtropical Suburban

Listen to the radio
Before you’d drop me off
All the walls were white-washed
And no one in the halls
Life was such a blur back then
Sometimes blue or black
Traffic on the 104 saved you from going back
Making out behind the ice arena
Hiding there, nobody there could see us
Man-made lakes filled with godless creatures
Subtropical suburban tales that keep us
Livin' on borrowed money
Livin' on borrowed time
Lizards dying at my feet
Not even the guilt is mine
Nothing’s what it could have been
Nothing stays the same
Trying to make a life to keep
From things you cannot tame
Making out behind the ice arena
Hiding there, nobody there could see us
Kissing boys, kissing girls in secret
To fill the void the tropic’s always giving
Afraid of the dark in the city of lights
Afraid of the dark in the city of lights
Afraid of the dark in the city of lights
Afraid of the dark in the city of lights
In the city of