American Romance - Michael Marcagi

When you were young

Found you a good man

And told you he was a Christian

Just like you had planned

Now your old dream

And this American romance

Is looking more like your parents'

And you know damn well that ends

Whatever you choose

It's all up to you

Oh, and the first thing I'll do

Won't be for you

Driving home

Don't wanna feel the tension

And crying out for redemption

You know it's too late

And just scream out

Maybe it's all just another phase

But I only see you on holidays

I didn't end up this way

Whatever you choose

It's all up to you

Oh, and the first thing I'll do

Won't be for you

Drove my car to leave this disaster

I've mistaken your love as laughter

California's colder than last year

Far from you so maybe I'll stay here

Drove my car to leave this disaster

I've mistaken your love as laughter

California's colder than last year

Far from you so maybe I'll stay here