sleepwalking through suburbia
Loose Pages
darling it's hard, to read between the lines
the bloody walks home under the buzzing street lights
bewildered and senseless take over my mind
at night i stay restless counting the stars in my eyes
suburbia is dead to me
settled, silent, rotten, all dreams are forgotten
the picket white fences, the routine night agendas
i've never seen it so clearly it's so eerily endless the ways this place attempts to amend us
unsettling, i miss the meddling and strings to pull
options to fool around now seen as the clown
childish ways to not settle and ask for more, now we ask for less, swallowed by stress
consumed by debt, working hours on end til our needs aren't met
i'm tired of feeling sleepy
sleep walking through suburbia calling to the void who's never even heard of ya
pouring time right down the drain just to get to the next day where we do it all again
slowly bleeding from our heads, walking silently down the street with these loud voices yelling about the path that they were led is not what they expected and now it's all they ever dread