Scar in the Shape of the United States

I loved her a girl

Who had a scar in the shape of the United States

She said it was an accident from a past life

Her north was always right

Her south was always wrong

To stop the fighting, I sewed a flag for both sides

We talked about moving to a Florida

We'd get suntans and grow muscles

Our anger would be beautiful

We'd make up lies about Canada

We'd drive pickup trucks and do talk radio

Our hate would be adorable

We'll die with bloated bodies, we'll leave our children with the mess