Americana from Other People by Slight Of

Feels like it's slipped so far
Black tar where our backyard used to be
Said it was for the money
But we never saw a goddamn penny

Slept in the car again
It's past ten, you found my stash out in the shed
And I know I've made my bed
But I can't rest with voices in my head saying

Whoever promised we'd have all we wanted
And you'd be on the radio singing
Feels like I'm being haunted
Could dried up marijuana
be planting all these thoughts in my head
Or is it the ghost Americana again

Feels like I went too far
I totaled the car, these kids never look when they cross the street
You say you saw the news today
They're looking for someone with a face a lot like me

I never promised we'd have all we wanted
And you'd be on the radio singing
Feels like I'm being taunted
with pills I never wanted
Without 'em I can't get outta bed
I'm seeing the ghost Americana again

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