American You

I hear you in this fucking song.
Every fucking line is your
voice talking to me over
the sound of my Chevy's engine.
Every fucking beat is
the sound of your heart
against my ear.
And I fucking hate it.

It pours through my radio and
into
my fucking veins.
It is like poison.
The best poison.
But the most fucking deadly.
You are like the devil in
my veins.

And man, you got it all worked out don't you?
Game you can't fucking lose.
Never wear your heart on your sleeve,
cause then I'd see right through.

Fucking shit.

This is fucking shit.

But I believe that I can buy a few things

like a bottle and a couple grams

and forget for at least

a fucking second.

I made something out of nothing,
and you're getting fucking offended.

But now every time you see me, and smile on through,
I'll be waving back baby, fuck you too.