Another Monday in this boring town
Same old faces putting me down
Washing cars and staring at the wall
Waiting for the weekend, waiting for the call
Pack your bags and let's just drive away
There's nothing left for us to say
We are drowning in the suburbs, looking for a spark
Writing our names right on the dark
We don't need their rules, we don't need their plans
We're just holding on with both our hands
We are drowning in the suburbs, looking for a spark
Writing our names right on the dark