Subtropical Suburban - Michelle Blades

Listen to the radio

Before you’d drop me off

All the walls were white-washed

And no one in the halls

Life was such a blur back then

Sometimes blue or black

Traffic on the 104 saved you from going back

Making out behind the ice arena

Hiding there, nobody there could see us

Man-made lakes filled with godless creatures

Subtropical suburban tales that keep us

Livin' on borrowed money

Livin' on borrowed time

Lizards dying at my feet

Not even the guilt is mine

Nothing’s what it could have been

Nothing stays the same

Trying to make a life to keep

From things you cannot tame

Making out behind the ice arena

Hiding there, nobody there could see us

Kissing boys, kissing girls in secret

To fill the void the tropic’s always giving

Afraid of the dark in the city of lights

Afraid of the dark in the city of lights

Afraid of the dark in the city of lights

Afraid of the dark in the city of lights

In the city of