Memories flood back like photographs.
All bright and out of focus, all drab with muted colors.
The whole world smells like true blue,
The only brand my grandma smokes and the faintest hint of coppertone.
I'm watching shorebirds circle in real close.
(I know you're gonna go. Iust please leave me a note. I left because you asked me to)
Operator, take me home. I don't know where else to go.
I wanna die in the suburbs.
A heart attack shoveling snow all alone.
If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs.
These northeast winters make boys into men
Staring out at snow-plowed mountains in the parking lots of churches.
The city just felt worn out, no strength to pick our hearts off the ground.
We watched the '92 birds take the field without jerome brown.
(We keep quiet when it gets bad. Te don't talk about the setbacks. they only hear it when your voice cracks)
Operator, take me home. I don't know where else to go.
I wanna die in the suburbs.
A heart attack shoveling snow all alone.
If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs.
I wanna die in the suburbs. I wanna die in the suburbs.
I wanna die in the suburbs. I wanna die in the suburbs.
I wanna die in the suburbs. I wanna die in the suburbs.
(You start remembering the anniversaries of the bad things)
I wanna die in the suburbs. I wanna die in the suburbs.
(You start remembering the anniversaries of the bad things)
Operator, take me home. I don't know where else to go.
I wanna die in the suburbs.
A heart attack shoveling snow all alone.
If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs.
Operator, take me home. I don't know where else to go.
I wanna die in the suburbs.
A heart attack shoveling snow all alone.
If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs.