American history

We are the young blood
The “any-time” assumption
The overstayed
With a jaded name
We are the truce
Waiting for bad news
To chase us down
And tear us inside out

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Less slow verbs
The action's a fraction
Of how much this hurts
It's like a told you
When this was too far

Tell me why we wonder
What we were thinking all along
Tell me why we wonder
If your indigo eyes are mine

We are expected
But only in the best way
To live a small time
A year: Expired
We are supposed to
Fall into exposure

We have the biggest sparkling eyes
(But they both have an ugly side)

Let's try words
Less slow verbs
The action's a fraction
Of how much this hurts

It's like a told you
When this was too far

Tell me why we wonder
What we were thinking all along
Tell me why we wonder
If your indigo eyes are mine

Let's try words
Less slow verbs
The action's a fraction
Of how much this hurts
Is this what we deserve
Before we're in the dirt?
Miles of aisles
Filled up with files of titles
Describing how much this hurts?