A History of Ghosts - Mid Century American

It is what it is, but it's not what it was
Nothing can kill you like looking back does
Now theres pillars of salt in the Bible Belt rust
Mmmmm mmmm mmmmmm

Don't cry cause it's over
Laugh cause you binged it
Tune in to the witch trial
With nothing but witches
We all need a hero but there's just sons of bitches
Mmmmm mmm mmmm

They told us to respect the rules
They told us to stay calm
It made us easy targets for another dropping bomb

Now it's hold on for a broken glass second
Give me a moment to pick up the wreckage
So long Miss American Dream
If this is over I'm going back
If this is over I'm going back
If this is over I'm going back to sleep

All of this anger and all of this knowledge
At the tips of your fingers or tucked in your pocket
But the temperatures rising and no one can stop it
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmm

There's battlefields in middle schools
'Cuz freedom is a gun
And medals from the culture wars that no one's ever won

Now it's hold on for a broken glass second
Give me a moment to pick up the wreckage
So long Miss American Dream
If this is over I'm going back
If this is over I'm going back
If this is over I'm going back to sleep

Now it's hold on for a broken glass second
Give me a moment to pick up the wreckage
So long Miss American Dream
If this is over I'm going back
If this is over I'm going back
If this is over I'm going back to sleep

Written by:
Daniel Reifsnyder

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