We Are Okay, In A Teenage Single Mother Kinda Way

This feels like a sickness
Going through motions expecting a reflex
Circuitous respirations
Choke down something silent
The stinging sweet currency
Urgently downing pleasantries trying to get out
They say the secrets don't mix with the alcohol

But I feel on top of the world
How could I fall
I could ride this straight through
The respectful applause

This is not what was promised
But it's mediocrity on brand
I won't sire disappointment
But miscarry the message

I'm buried in the belly of this mother fucking town
Stillborn and rotting her out
I'm buried in the belly of this mother fucking town
Stillborn and rotting her out

Dig further, this mother is hiding hell inside her
Dig further, this mother has died so we can find her
Dig further, this mother is nothing but ghosts
Find another

These words are vomit stains on the first crows to the corpse
I am an impersonation of a character flaw
In the archetypal hero who was promised
But never got around to the plot

The horrors of what you created
The evidence of your hero's hand
The horrors of what you created
The evidence of your hero's hand

I'll not father disappointment of my grifters muse
It's just so many words at the top of the stairs
Right before I commit to my Hail Mary plan
To abort me from all of this

I'm American myth
All libido and piss
I'm American myth
Let's kiss

True 'til death
Until our friends cash in
We tell the widows how childish it was
Not just to pretend

And true 'til death
Until our friends cash in
We tell the widows
Pretend

We said we'd die on this stage
But the encore has played
It's not 1986 you fucking waste of space