Brother Bird - suburbs Lyrics

Growing up in the suburbs
Brick homes and shopping malls
We'd drive by the 7 eleven
Fake IDs and cheap alcohol
Looking back i'd never imagine
Our fun would become your disease
We were just attending a party
Till somebody called the police

You'd raise up your glass
Hold up a match
And turn up the music loud
Everyone knows when it's time to go home
You were always the last one to walk out
Or pass out on the couch

We all moved to different cities
Lost touch we hadn't spoken for years
We grew up and grew out of friendships
Moved on
Started careers
I guess you never left, you got bitter
Now your mom - i see her face when i sleep
The night they found your body
I heard your father had to call the police

raise up your glass
Hold up a match
And turn up the music loud
Let's give a toast to the star of the show
I know you're still holding it down
Throw another one back
Let's make this thing last
Turn up the music loud
Everyone knows when it's time to go home
You were always the last to walk out
Or pass out on the couch