American Living
Let's sober up
It's time to find that galaxy
That was created and named after me
But these rocket ships blew apart the entire ship
So if you find some pieces just name them after me
It's on fire
It's my empire
Went up so fast I couldn't grab it
All of the medicine and magic, that keeps me breathing
Right on key, broken straps trapped in captain
That's playing just for me.
And this is so typical and raised by the arm of me
So dance to some broken cords
With broken means through open doors,
Send me with a microphone
[Repeat: x2]
Teach me something so I can go
Don't you have a lesson for me?
I raced concrete to the front row seats
Through her clothes and whiskey kisses
And left her on the street
With her hand down and her hair down
She's nothing more than a movie
That never panned out
Hey Mr. destiny,
You forgot about me,
You forgot to leave a number
You forgot to name the street,
This is American living
With my American dream,
It thunders like a river but its cold just
Like a stream.
And this is so typical, it makes body (off of me?)
So dance to some broken cords
With broken means through open doors,
Send me with a microphone,
[Repeat: x2]
Teach me something so I can go
Don't you have a lesson for me?
I know now things don't get much better than this,
And I know now, life don't get much bigger than this
So dance to some broken cords
With broken means through open doors,
Send me with a microphone,
[Repeat: x2]
Teach me something so I can go
Don't you have a lesson for me?
Autor(es): Nick Torres / Northstar
