Texty písní American Nightmare

American Nightmare

I've Shared Your Lips So Now They Sicken Me

FUCK. A great word for a great world.

Like each clue, just not getting through.

I spoke to you in yawns,

With sweaty palms.

All the kids swearing forever,

And the they're gone...

Nobody's got style like us

And we could be friends

Like before I was crazy...

Before I met her,

Before I went lazy...

FUCK THESE MEMORIES...