All American Mistake

I was conceived in the backseat of a '65 mustang
Hidden and lied about for months
I guess you could say that I was
Not the chosen one

But I know who I am
And I know who I'm not
I'm not just a name
From a census people take
I'm a bona fide all American mistake

I was the promising prom queen
With a crown in my hair
Voted most likely to
Get away and make it big somewhere
But small towns seem to hold you
Just like the boy next door
We married when we were kids
Now he don't love me anymore

But I know who I am
And I know who I'm not
I'm not just a number
Some statistic that they make
I'm a bona fide all American mistake

Then one day he just left me
And he left me without knowing
There was a part of him
Growing inside
I was scared and I was all alone
But the choice to make was easy
There was no way I was saying goodbye

She was born in the morning
Just me and her crying
In that crowded county hospital
Sunlight streaming in
And when I saw her face
I knew she was my chosen one
When she's old enough
I'll tell her just how much she is loved

And she will know who she is
And she will know who she's not
She's not just a memory
From an old heartbreak
She's a beautiful all American mistake
And I'm a beautiful all American