American Mythos

Babe, I'm not going, not if you ask me nice
I don't feel social, I don't feel welcome at all
Where's it at? Where are you taking us?
Who is that? I don't know anyone
Better half, where are you taking us?
Who is that? Why did I come?

Babe, you're not thinking
You're not at all that fun
Your group of friends like saying nothing
And saying it twice

Out all night
Sweetheart I hate this
You're acting, I don't know like a fucking American
Every time I have regretted it
I feel like a marionette

God, I don't trust you
Not after all these years
Butter me up
So you can roast me alive
Better half, total embarrassment
Better off being alone again
Better half, total embarrassment
Better off separate

Babe, you're not thinking (babe, you're not thinking)
Babe, you're not thinking (babe, you're not thinking)

Acting like fucking Americans
Can you tell? I hate it when playing this
You and I, fucking Americans
You and I, is this what it is?

God, I don't trust you
God, I don't trust you (I don't trust you)
Why would I trust you? (Why don't you try?)
Why would I trust you?

Acting like anyone benefits
You and I, rot in our Sunday best
Acting like a beacon of relevance
You and I are fucking American

And I hate us