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 y