A Walk into the Suburbs

A genuine concern
The offer you made
A lover in the harbour again
A bridge across the sea
A light in the dark
A memory you lent to me
It’s easy to believe in these
If you try to erase yourself
It’s no surprise that you could be someone else
On and on we walk into the suburbs
Houses like an army on the march
Got a Westfield tan, a phone plan, a smoothie
And everything was right in the world
It’s easy to make half a scream
If your face is encased by plastic
I’d recommend a pedicure with me