American Fights - Keepsake

And it’s all inside your head

Pictures painted perfect, black and red

It’s a theme worth fighting for

And all the lines now have been drawn

Arousing questions

No one’s getting hurt

You’re a patriot of words

And it’s cloudy all day and you don’t have much to say

A weakened attempt

Taking over

Getting answers

Take a step

Irradicate

A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears

And grief and constant running hate

And if I had a dime for every time you cried

Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome

And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time

I’d wake up to a life of crime

A broken jaw

A penny lost

The sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss

And I know you well

A sour girl, who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world

And I hope you’ve bought some time

Because every minute lost is a minute past your prime;

time TV gets you through

A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears

And grief and thoughts of twenty-two

A pseudo-thought

I’m getting lost

The taste of blood

American fights hurt so much

And I can’t believe, you’re getting up

The cost of living everywhere it just went up

And if I had a dime for every time you cried

Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome

And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time

I’d wake up to a life of crime