American Dream

you and your cheap smoker perfume

me and my alcohol breath

love in a cheap fantasy

screwed up the american dream

cant wait to see you

and your ripped jeans

can’t wait to slay you

or get caught in-between

me and my hot pink dress

red lipstick gently pressed

never could hold it against

you, never really tried

the vodka is gone

and we still haven’t won

what are we waiting for

what are we waiting for

I need a cigarette

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