My American Heart

How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup truck?
Where your heart is blank
I'd love to say that I hate you
and I can't forget the feeling in my head when
these miles behind us are growing farther
and I seem to forget I'm still breathing
Your senses screamed into my head
and I knew this had to end
without you
without you
How does it feel to be dead?
Alone and cold without the one I said I'd die with
I'd love to say that I hate you
For the pain you passed away
for the anger caused I lay myself to sleep
these miles behind us are growing farther
and I seem to forget I'm still breathing
your senses screamed into my head
and I knew this had to end
without you
without you
I find it in you
it's tearing up my skin
and finding its way to my heart
(Kill me) You should (never) rot like this