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your best american girl

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i'm pretty sure this is your fault
you promised me a fairytale
you dragged my hopes up along with yours
and honestly how could this have ended in anything but disaster
your dreams your expectations dangling from my shoulders
like christmas lights entirely too western for your liking
how could you have anticipated anything but failure
when the bars you set scraped the sky
you wanted me to dance amongst the stars
so i think it's only fair for me to make my home on the ground
and bathe in the warm glow of not trying
instead of the harsh chill of the stratosphere
and if you want i can show you my planetarium
we can smile and look and say it's just the same
i can smile and lie and pretend
that this is what i wanted all along