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 you