Ditches

I told myself
 That I won't end up down in the ditches
 See I lit a match, and I watch the fire burn through the town we grew up in
 Oh Suburbia
 You left us here end up by the fences
 Off the diving board
 Into the deep end
 Woah-Oh
 With an empty lots filled with parking spots
 We will go-o-o
 And the memories
 Not yet forgetten
 Don't wash away
 There lurking in the dark in the end of the day
 Ooo ooo no
 No I don't want to end up
 Like this
 Down in the sewers
 This sound you aren't use to
 Ooo
 Throwing balls up in the air
 The silhouette through her bedroom window
 Is gone
 Is no longer there
 But you were never lost
 Second thoughts no hesitation
 Monster years of isolation
 This town is quite looks like background
 Trophies on the shelf, no one go round
 Base of cigarette is at the end of your mouth
 Flames still burns and it won't go out
 No I don't want to end up, like this
 Down in the sewers
 Throwing balls up in the air
 The silhouette through her bedroom window
 Is gone
 Is no longer there
 But you were never lost