Nothing

Streetlights, stop signs, speed limits of 25
Well-tended lawns, trimmed hedges, and swimming pools fenced up in the front of my mind
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, then Monday all over again
I stopped to smell the roses, slipped and fell face first into the garden

There's nothing there for me
There's nothing I can see that makes suburbia worth while
It's 20 minutes to the nearest Walgreens and I

Catch a movie, catch a cold, catch feelings, catch a body in the rye
It's 8:30 again and we may as well go out for a midnight drive
But everything worth thinking about doing is out a half hour or more
So we head down to the docks, get high and hope we stay ashore

There's nothing there for you
There's nothing you can do to make the emptiness subside
It's an hour drive to your therapist and I

There's nothing here for us to do but stay under the gun
There's nothing worth the fuss of waking up before the sun
Nothing is my king and country, nothing wastes my time
It creeps out from the closets straight into our minds

So fuck my home town
Fuck those loose ends
Fuck my high school
And all my ex-girlfriends
Mom and dad I'm sorry
But I ain't coming home no more
Cuz nothing there can hurt me
So wave goodbye to the Chesapeake shores