[Verse 1]
Sixty five miles an hour
Iâm not home yet
Telephone poles get
blurred together, in gray weather
till they look like crucifixes
Until something in me thinks if
I was nimble enough,
Iâd climb one up and be a symbol
giving cars a heart attack
cause Iâve got a knack for these shock tactics
and I want my suburb back.
But it was never mine,
besides, Iâd never crucify
myself, and Jesus of Suburbiaâs
a myth that never died
Homecoming queen, not in my dreams
I ll be homecoming serf, it seems
but hey, it doesnât even bother me
Weâve moved away, and who needs royalty?
[Chorus]
I love vacation days
Itâs a blacked out haze Iâm in
This cul de sac is coming
back, back back back back
Who cares if we re obscure
Homecoming serf
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
but now we re dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Verse 2]
It s barely one pm
And my cooking s barely done
and my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up
I think I ll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone
Iâll lose a stone, I ll feel humane
I cook the meat and eat it anyway
I think that Iâll rebel now
Not like my age is too late
Iâm still half straight but I can easily
act gayer than fck h8
And I ll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed
despite the surgeonâs warning
Iâll eat LSD soaked mini wheats
in white russians for breakfast every morning
[Chorus]
I love vacation days
Itâs a blacked out haze Iâm in
This cul de sac is coming
back, back back back back
Who cares if we re obscure
Homecoming serf
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
but now we re dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Interlude]
La la la la la la la la la x3
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 3]
Donât think I m pointing fingers
These are crocodile tears
It s no ones fault but mine
That I shut up
For all of eighteen years
But now my friends are driving out
Weâre gonna walk around the mall
We ll be the youngest there
Who cares, we ll call ourselves adults
[Bridge]
At least Iâve got a cat,
though she hates me bad, it seems
but we reign over the SUVs and dairy queens
This isn t lyricism
I m just dropping rhymes like flies
Letâs go freak out everyone
No reason, who knows why?
Whatâs on your mind?
not like Iâve got the time to stick around,
Iâll catch my flight,
make like a pop punk kid, and get out of this town
Whatâs on your mind?
Thereâs no point left to keep your image down,
Letâs terrify
[Chorus]
I love vacation days
Itâs a blacked out haze Iâm in
This cul de sac is coming
back, back back back back
Who cares if we re obscure
Homecoming serf
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
but now we re dancing round and laughing in the dirt
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
Yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
Weâre dancing round and laughing in the dirt