We Could Die Like This - The Wonder Years

Memories flood back like photographs

All bright and out of focus, all drab with muted colors

The whole world smells like True Blue

The only brand my grandma smokes

And the faintest hint of Coppertone

I’m watching shorebirds circle in real close

(I know you’re gonna go, just please leave me a note)

(I left because you asked me to)

Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go

I wanna die in the suburbs

A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone

If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs

These northeast winters make boys into men

Staring out at snow-ploughed mountains

In the parking lots of churches

The city just felt worn out

No strength to pick our hearts off the ground

We watched the '92 Birds

Take the field without Jerome Brown

(We keep quiet when it gets bad)

(We don’t talk about the setbacks)

(They only hear it when your voice cracks)

Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go

I wanna die in the suburbs

A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone

If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs

I wanna die in the suburbs, I wanna die in the suburbs

I wanna die in the suburbs, I wanna die in the suburbs

I wanna die in the suburbs

(You start remembering…)

I wanna die in the suburbs

(…the anniversaries of the bad things)

I wanna die in the suburbs

(You start remembering…)

I wanna die in the suburbs

(…the anniversaries of the bad things)

Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go

I wanna die in the suburbs

A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone

If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs

Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go

I wanna die in the suburbs

A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone

If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs

I wanna die in the suburbs