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 scene 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 sound 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 no second thoughts no hesitation the months the years of isolation get your photo finish 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 