Untitled - The American Scene

I was up in a panic

I was fleeing the scene

I was blurring the boundaries between you and me

I was focusing on distant things;

I was blaming someone else for a life that I took off its course all by myself

It gets hard not to think that I’ve wasted everything

And every person that I meet sees exactly what you say you see

So go and tell your friends that you’re not sure what went wrong

Yeah I know that happens when I’m gone

I’ve sorted this all out;

I’ll take most the blame for now

Until your pride will let you pause, replace short sight with what once was

It got hard not to notice that every word I spoke

When our love lost its focus just stayed suspended, stuck between my lips

Like you stay suspended, stuck between my lips