AMERICA DREAM

I'm a product of the things I haven't done yet
Checking boxes just to see if I can win the bet
They sold me white pickets and a sense of relief
But I'm choking on the air and I'm losing my teeth
All of my lovers wish that I could just sleep in
But I can't stand to be touched, can't stand to be kissed
I just think of myself and I don't want kids
I write shit in these songs that I know I'll regret

Is this the American Dream?
Or am I just tearing at the seams?
A house on a hill, a pill for the chill
And a heart that I'm trying to keep still
Oh, it's not what it seems
Living the American Dream

I'm a ghost in the hallway of a life I don't own
Building a castle but I'm always alone
The neighbors are waving, they're perfect and plastic
But my mental health is getting drastic
I'm buying the silver, I'm setting the table
But I'm feeling so fragile and I'm feeling unstable

Is this the American Dream?
Or am I just tearing at the seams?
A house on a hill, a pill for the chill
And a heart that I'm trying to keep still
Oh, it's not what it seems
Living the American Dream

And I don't want the garden, I don't want the lawn
I just want to know where the feeling has gone
Burn down the suburbs, leave it behind
I'm looking for something that I'll never find

Just a dream
Just a nightmare in a pretty dress