Walking home at the end of the night Following the yellow line that leads me to light And it feels so weird to be the only ones in this town Who give a shit about what's happening Outside these doors But the bigger pictures are blocked by suburban chores The grass is green but the soil's turned to shit The flowers bloom but they die off all too quick Another problem in this perfect paradise I feel smaller, not much smarter Problems these days are just problems Am I okay, paranoia Am I okay, paranoia We are all just paranoia We are all just paranoia We are all just paranoia We are all just paranoia Suburbanite paranoia