Suburban Nightmare -

The quietest of car rides, how bittersweet

And it’s times like these when I’m down to nothing

And when we came to a stop

You grabbed me by my withering hands

And for what?

Now it’s dawn, I’m standing and staring

To hear a phrase I’ve feared and hated

Reject, reject all the things you were taught when you were young

Rewind, rewind all the moments you could have changed

It’s an old sob story