Indie Rock 'n Roll Was All I had To My Name

I took an old suitcase
And left sometime in May,
Waited for the cops
To stop, drop, and roll
As the fire was made aware;
I listened to my parents words
And ignored the plea of attempt;
We watched for the
Unintentional loss
Of the sad County Fair
I ate my candy alone
Then dove for something
That could give me taste
Of the outcast run-away,
So Jenny was left alone
And Liv fought for a place
Along the lake's swing
Where she sold her jewelry
And fine, fine memories
Of a tidy home
Where we all could reside
One summer each
And as warm weather turned into
Another burden
We ran from the threats
And took a bat to their
Small mail-box,
Because we were looking for
A fight just to surprise
An accomplished few
That taught us the blues
And listened to only
Indie rock 'n roll;
We were jealous of their
Hot summer nights;
All the time they could spend
Counting the cash
And riding
The mail route
In some overrated
Summer fairy-tale