Ditches

I told myself that I won’t end up down in the ditches
See, I lit the match and watch the fire burn
Through the town we grew up in
Oh suburbia, you left us peering out over fences
Off a diving board, jackknife into the deep end
From empty lots filled with parking spots
We were bored
And the memories not yet forgotten
They don’t wash away
No, they don’t flicker out
They’re lurking in the dark at the end of the day
Oh Oh No
No I don’t wanna end up like this
Down in the sewers
The is
The dawn explodes
All bombs up in the air
The silhouette through her bedroom window is gone
It’s no longer there
But you were never lost
Oh whoa (x8)
No second thoughts, no hesitation
The months, the years, of isolation
Get your photo finished with the time hack
The memory filled passerby
This town is quiet, it looks like a background
The trophies on the shelf are no longer around
Taste the cigarette, it’s at the edge of your mouth
The flame still burns and it won’t go out