dream is to have it a little bit better than my parents ever had it [x2] my american dream is to have it a little bit better than its just a force habit
So you say All your white flags are up and that you've had enough And that you were tired of collecting dust You say everything always looks the same
And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try And we'll walk in circles around this whole block Walk on the cracks on the same old sidewalks
This song is for everyone that said I was Programed, hardwired, that I'd self-destruct They'd say I was destined to always be desperate They'd say I was
I've been down wandering past 2nd Street And looking at the ghosts of you and me And thinking back on all those memories Of how we used to be I've been
These are all the reasons why I'll be exploding tonite And why this chip on my shoulder Feels like a mile wide It's from the overwork, overtime compromise
Hello six pack of confidence Been so many nights since we first met Glad to see you've brought all your friends For another night of plastic cup politics
She's gonna break soon, gonna break soon, gonna break soon She's gonna break soon, gonna break soon, gonna break soon With so many problems in her life
I've come to my senses that I've become senseless I could give you lessons, how to ruin your friendships And every last conviction, yeah I smoked them
By this time tomorrow You'll get out on the streets of Chicago Walkin' all the way home from commuter trains Oh yeah, yeah, yeah By this time tomorrow
Welcome home outcast because I know how you have felt over the years The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror And I know how it
the loneliest of nights With the strongest drinks and longest lines, it's not that big of a surprise That you're feeling more dead than alive You're feeling more dead than
All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out They're packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they
There's a black cloud over this house That's been around for 3 years now There's a thunderstorm inside and it won't go away No it won't go away That'
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch" Just the other day I heard
Album : Anthem (2003) So this pen is starting to become A pip bomb and these songs Have turned to anthems again To everything thats chance And to everything
Dear mom and dad, I've been making plans To leave this house but yes I'm sure So lock the door, and turn the front porch lights out It's after all the
American dream is to have it, a little bit better than my parents ever had it My American dream is to have it, a little bit better than my parents ever