Suburbia

I come from the most irrelevant city in the map Where it's not about where you're going, it's about where you're at And it's not about who you run with, it's about who you run with past tense But past tense only matters with dead dreams and Madlibs But dead dreams never matter when money's involved And money's always involved Cause politics speaks volumes, and volumes only matter in bank statements and barbecues And barbecues are simply a status symbol The same way we make sure to mow our lawns even though NO ONE knows the city limit for grass height And we make sure we know our neighbors names, but leave it at that And let me find out the neighbors have a bigger TV than me And let me find out the neighbors have summer home in God knows where And let me know why I give 2 cents about the neighbors car "And don't forget to ask me how concerned I am about the new neighbors teenage son" Let's just say he won't be playing with little Jimmy any time soon... I study daytime television religiously I root for the same high school that 3 generations of my family graduated from My concrete driveway is as flawless as the garden I paid to have installed in my front lawn I did everything I was supposed to Yet, no amount of car stickers, Whole Foods coupons, and PTA meetings can answer my one question: Why can't I remember life outside the city limits?