Keepsake American Fights Lyrics

American Fights Lyrics

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.