I grew up in the suburbs, Riding bikes with my brother And drinking cheap beer to survive. You grew up in the suburbs, California boy of the summer Where dreamers all go to die.
Alone in teenage wasteland, Those lonely blue nights. Now you're my teenage wasteland, Keeping me alive.
Blood in my Nikes let me run out of this mess into your arms, We made it so far out the suburbs, so far out. Blood in my Nikes but I'm fine, I somehow walked into your life, We made it so far out the suburbs and goddamn we found each other.
You were born on the day of The Loner, Never looking over your shoulder. You never did have the time. But I was born on the day of The Lovers, High and dry for it, I suffered. But nobody held me right.
Alone in teenage wasteland, Those lonely blue nights. Now you're my teenage wasteland, Keeping me alive.
Blood in my Nikes let me run out of this mess into your arms, We made it so far out the suburbs, so far out. Blood in my Nikes but I'm fine, I somehow walked into your life, We made it so far out the suburbs and goddamn we found each other.
The lonely ache of sweet sixteen, it never much made sense to me, I never really had a dream til you. The lonely ache of sweet sixteen, it never much made sense to me, I never really had a dream til you.
Blood in my Nikes let me run out of this mess into your arms, We made it so far out the suburbs, so far out. Blood in my Nikes but I'm fine, I somehow walked into your life, We made it so far out the suburbs and goddamn we found each other.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
