keepsake - american fights lyrics

and it's all inside your head.
pictures painted perfect, black and red.
it's a theme worth fighting for.
and all the lines now have been drawn.
arousing questions.
no one's getting hurt.
you're a patriot of words.
and it's cloudy all day and you don't have much to say.
a weakened attempt.
taking over.
getting answers.
take a step.
irradicate.
a lonesome day of work and sweat and tears
and grief and constant running hate.

and if i had a dime for every time you cried.
then i would buy you a holiday in rome.
and if i had a chance to buy a piece of time.
i'd wake up to a life of crime.

a broken jaw.
a penny lost.
the sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss.
and i know you well.
a sour girl, who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world.
and i hope you've bought some time
because every minute lost is a minute past your prime; time tv gets you through.
a lonesome day of work and sweat and tears
and grief and thoughts of twenty-two.

a pseudo-thought.
i'm getting lost.
the taste of blood.
american fights hurt so much.
and i can't believe, you're getting up.
the cost of living everywhere it just went up.

and if i had a dime for every time you cried.
then i would buy you a holiday in rome.
and if i had a chance to buy a piece of time.
i'd wake up to a life of crim