American Teenager

Grew up under yellow light on the street

Putting too much faith in the make-believe

And another high school football team

The neighbor's brother came home in a box

But he wanted to go so maybe it was his fault

Another red heart taken by the American dream

And I feel it there

In the middle of the night

When the lights go out

And I'm all alone again

Say what you want

But say it like you mean it with your fists for once

A long, cold war with your kids at the front

Just give it one more day then you're done, done

I do what I want

Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun

I don't need anything from anyone

It's just not my year

But I'm all good out here

Sunday morning

Hands over my knees in a room full of faces

I'm sorry if I seemed off, but I was probably wasted

And didn't feel so good

A life full of whiskey but I always deliver

Jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor

And Jesus, if you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?

And I feel it there

In the middle of the night

When the lights go out

But I'm still standing here

Say what you want

But say it like you mean it with your fists for once

A long, cold war with your kids at the front

Just give it one more day then you're done, done

I do what I want

Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun

I don't need anything from anyone

It's just not my year

But I'm all good out here

Say what you want

But say it like you mean it with your fists for once

A long, cold war with your kids at the front

Just give it one more day then you're done

I do it for my daddy and I do it for Dale

I'm doing what I want, and damn, I'm doing it well

For me

For me

For me

For me