suburbs

Maggie Lindemann

Ah-ah
Ah-ah

Nauseous in the backseat of an Uber (oh-oh)
Tryna sort through all my baggage
But I m back to back in traffic
Beg the driver: Can we get there sooner?
Shakes his head, asks my opinion
On the music that he s written (oh-oh)
I can point out every club
I ve cried at before I turned eighteen (oh-oh)
The cost of living s getting high
(I d trade my soul for some peace of mind)
(Mind)

I could change up my appearance, move away across the states
I d get married to a stranger
That one day you ll probably hate
All my life I ve wanted more
But the lows are getting real high
Well, wouldn t that be the life?
I would drink away my problems with some poison in a can
While my husband cheats on me
With someone he says is just a friend
The lack of self-awareness, I could only fantasize
Well, wouldn t that be the life?

What an ending for the hometown hero (hero)
Falling off the earth just because she couldn t stand it
To feel like an imposter at the local pizza parlor
Where my high school boyfriend s married with a kid
It s easy to romanticize big houses and outlet paradise
But every night I pray to die
Wouldn t be that hard to say goodbye

I could change up my appearance, move away across the states
I d get married to a stranger
That one day you ll probably hate
All my life I ve wanted more
But the lows are getting real high
Well, wouldn t that be the life?
I would drink away my problems with some poison in a can
While my husband cheats on me
With someone he says is just a friend
The lack of self-awareness, I could only fantasize
Well, wouldn t that be the life?

Wouldn t that be the life? (Ooh-ooh)
Wouldn t that be the life? (Ooh-ooh)