Suburban Ghosts at Dusk

In the shadows of the streetlights, we gather at dusk. With our faded

denim jackets and dreams of rebellion. Chasing echoes of laughter, we're young and

we're lost. In a world that feels heavy, we're breaking the tension.

We're suburban ghosts just searching for meaning. With our hearts on our sleeves

and our minds still dreaming. In the back of our minds, there's a riot

inside. These Midwest skies, they won't let us hide. Cigarette smoke curls,

like the tales we tell. Of heartache and heartbreak, we're under their

spell. With our guitars in hand, we scream to the stars.