Texty:
Allister Last Stop Suburbia

Hiding in back and never make a sound If you don't speak your thoughts They can't be turned around You lead a targeted youth Can't find the courage to

Walk home drowning these memories in the rain Biting my lip to transfer this pain You're gone and I'm still going through withdrawl Next time around

Well you think you know it all You think that you deserve the best, but I've got news for you Your bullshit smile can't pass this test Cause there's

nooone We got it we got it Ok Fuck you None of my friends are punks None of my friends are punks I don't know You're tough dude That was just funny

there's a broken needle scratchin my 45 collection through a burned out, blown 2-speaker combination there's nothin left to do but crank it up loud

late night long day somehow it's never quite enough and maybe i'm lazy it's been so long sometimes i feel like giving up so now i'm staying up all night

You left a guy who told you where to be and when I was with a girl who tried to sleep with my best friend We both took comfort in each others messy lives

Drive through nights on empty roads Hoping the clubs promote our show Wasting days in endless naps Find new ways to fill the gaps Another word game