American Thrills - 100 Years

And all you left is a box of tools and a few ideas to fix me with
I don't know how to use them yet
And now I watch you slip away
Leaving no harm in your wake
And you might as well be 1000 miles away

It feels like 100 years since we met
If a teenage son could take back all the pain inside your head
An old house, a small space, the love on an alcoholic's face
I tried to live this out the best I could for you

But all you left is a box of tools and a few ideas to fix me with
I don't know how to use them yet
And now I watch you slip away
Leaving no harm in your wake

It feels like 100 years since we met
If a teenage son could take back all the pain inside your head
And the first time I heard your name was like a chorus in my heart
And the first time that I saw you, yeah , it was the first day of my life

It feels like 100 years since we met
If a teenage son could take back all the pain inside your head
And the first time i heard you name was like a chorus in my heart
And the first time i saw you, yeah , it was the first day of my life

Written by:
Kurt Zikaras

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