Plastic Grass Is Always Greenest

I've been thinking that I'm sick of this town And I think it's pretty clear that it wants us out I thought we hit bedrock sometimes last year It's only getting worse All this city ever did was try to bring us down But I know when I go I'll miss this house Maybe next year we'll find some greener grasses Here it's all just plastic One more week and We'll both be different people Pack our dreams in the back seat And drive north defeated We're going on to better places But you and me won't be there We die here with our friends Bury us in the basement We dreamed a lot of daydreams In this house None of them came true I've been thinking that I'm sick of this town And I think it's pretty clear that it wants us out I thought we hit bedrock sometimes last year It's only getting worse All this city ever did was try to bring us down But I know when I go I'll miss this house Maybe next year we'll find some greener grasses Here it's all just plastic We packed a bowl and pulled up chairs around the fire Like we used to do on summer nights But the weather's cold And we're talking low And the music isn't hitting right I can see our breath outside But it beats an empty house We already packed up our lives Nothing left to laugh about We didn't talk much on our last night home Maybe it was just too late Or maybe we just finally ran out of things to say I've been thinking that I'm sick of this town And I think it's pretty clear that it wants us out I thought we hit bedrock sometimes last year It's only getting worse All this city ever did was try to bring us down But I know when I go I'll miss this house Maybe next year we'll find some greener grasses Here it's all just plastic