is this how it was intended
a sunrise over smokestacks
in the midwest
the beauty of this abandoned factory
christmas lites blinking on and off all out of time
and what used to be your big (?) of a middle class america
im trying to
believe in you
but all these satellites and shattered dreams
are fucking up my view
please dont forget who you really are
cause nothing really matters when were gone.
fell in love with his keno waitress
they honeymooned in memphis
they were married by the drive-up window
trailer parks, neon signs, and an empty box of lucky strikes
all used up on the dashboard of america
im tyring to
believe in you
but this world has sold its fate
for parking lots and drunk sincerity
please dont forget who you really are
cause nothing really matters when were...
youll be saddened to know
the train tracks you once walked as a young boy
are now nothing but a graveyard
please dont forget how small we really are
cause nothing really matters when were gone
nothing really matters. lets go
im trying to believe in you