American Dream
Come in closer
Let me buy you another
Tentatively we
reach for each other
Said you wished I'd
kissed you goodbye last summer
Why'd it take so
long for you to utter?
Hands in pockets
We sat by the water
Scared to dive in
Said you don't wanna go under
I wanna kiss, kiss a little and I wanna give in
I wanna get myself stuck under your skin
Oh, I wanna give in
I wanna be your one man panic machine
I wanna build the next American dream
Oh, don't you wanna be free?
You never wanted me
just a guarantee of a lover
Waiting around for you
while you're off searching for another
Take what you want from me
Take my dignity, take my body
Don't you take for granted the love that I handed
That you couldn't copy
I wanna kiss, kiss a little and I wanna give in
I wanna get myself stuck under your skin
Oh, I wanna give in
I wanna be your one man panic machine
I wanna build the next American dream
Oh, you just wanna be free
So I'm knocking at the door and you're pulling me in
And with your hands in my hair it didn't feel like a sin
So I wrote you a letter, yes I opened up
And you let your walls go up, up, up
So I hailed a taxi and I took it downtown
And I called my mom and I told her it's going south
Now I'm waiting for a message that you'll never send
And maybe it's better that we're just friends.
Let me buy you another
Tentatively we
reach for each other
Said you wished I'd
kissed you goodbye last summer
Why'd it take so
long for you to utter?
Hands in pockets
We sat by the water
Scared to dive in
Said you don't wanna go under
I wanna kiss, kiss a little and I wanna give in
I wanna get myself stuck under your skin
Oh, I wanna give in
I wanna be your one man panic machine
I wanna build the next American dream
Oh, don't you wanna be free?
You never wanted me
just a guarantee of a lover
Waiting around for you
while you're off searching for another
Take what you want from me
Take my dignity, take my body
Don't you take for granted the love that I handed
That you couldn't copy
I wanna kiss, kiss a little and I wanna give in
I wanna get myself stuck under your skin
Oh, I wanna give in
I wanna be your one man panic machine
I wanna build the next American dream
Oh, you just wanna be free
So I'm knocking at the door and you're pulling me in
And with your hands in my hair it didn't feel like a sin
So I wrote you a letter, yes I opened up
And you let your walls go up, up, up
So I hailed a taxi and I took it downtown
And I called my mom and I told her it's going south
Now I'm waiting for a message that you'll never send
And maybe it's better that we're just friends.
Credits
Writer(s): Lizzie Scott
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