So are we heading for another disaster?
Cause I'm so sick of not getting what I'm after
This is the only thing that I've been chasing
The past is gone and there's no chance of erasing the mistakes that we made.
This is the soundtrack to my American Dream
Four chords, four wheels and my low self esteem.
These basement walls the scream for ear drums to bleed
This time, we'll do this all for ourselves
We'll leave the past behind and give 'em fucking hell
And if we don't make it out alive, we'll still have our stories to tell