American Romance

When you were young Found you a good man And told you he was a Christian Just like you had planned Now, your dreams And this American romance Is looking more like your parents And you know, damn well, how that ends Whatever you choose It's all up to you And the first thing I'll do Won't be for you Driving home Don't wanna feel the tension It cried out for redemption You know it's too late And you scream out "Maybe it's all just another phase But I only see you on holidays" How did it end up this way? Whatever you choose It's all up to you 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 And 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 And California's colder than last year Far from you, so, maybe, I'll stay here