Miss America

I don't wanna look up at the ocean

Can't see through my emotion if

I don't see you out there darling

part of me is floating

Washed out all the moments

I remember i stored in my trouser pockets

She's my miss America

Leave a world for ya

when nobody cared that

We were going out and

I think

I would die for ya

Wave a flag for ya

Miss America

America and the politics of living

Is the dollar worth the killing

don't see money in our pockets

Part of me went missing

Not the place but feeling

That I'm human if I'm fleeing from the problem

Tell me babe you know

I need you to say that we'll go

heartache is hard to show

Cause I need you that way

And I need me to stay