It's your perfect little life that keeps you under
Answer me, am I funny or is it your fucking laundry
What happened to the girl who taught me how to party
You're guilty, you're guilty of marrying yourself
You deserve your crown and your top shelf
Straight to voicemail, you reached me, reached my mind
Suburban Queen, lend me your ears, into them I scream
I loved you, I knew you, and you giggle while I bleed
Yeah we're different what's changed, oh...
Family gal, Loner woman, who's beat the game
You're not family, you're not my family,
I'm not your joker, you know you don't wanna be my enemy
Sweet suburban queen, I'll please you if I clean for you
Sure put me to work, like you'd actually wanna talk.
You're too busy to even go for a fucking five minute walk.
You ran when I cut deep
You ran when I was subdued
Were you ever a friend or did your momma tell you
Be nice to psychos, someday she might be more screwed up than you
Fold those toddler jeans crisp, look yourself in the mirror
Tell that you're proud of what you said
The pact we made so many years ago is now just a thread
Now every time I call you I think your voicemail is full of dread
Sweet suburban queen, lend me your hand,
So I can grab it and shove your face in the sand
Your busy life left no room for me no
You just fucked the youngest part of me.
Maybe I'm ignorant, I am somewhat naive
About how hard raising a kid must be
But think back when we were young and happy
How life was a captured moment... I think
I always depended on you for our stories.
Unfortunately the car crash ruined my memory.
Who am I kidding all but myself,
You deserve to be on the highest shelf.
Contributing to human society with a baby
Who will more than likely be more useful than me.
Stop calling -- wait you haven't in 4 years.
So this shouldn't be hard for you to hear --
I tried tonight. You laughed and gave me excuses.
I have no room for suburbian fakeness.