In the heart of small-town America, where dreams are painted under yellow streetlights and high school football games echo with fleeting glory, a poignant tale unfolds. Ethel Cain's lyrics weave a haunting narrative of youthful disillusionment and the weight of inherited expectations. The song captures the bittersweet essence of growing up amidst faded American ideals—where loss is as common as Friday night lights and faith often wavers in the face of harsh realities. Through raw confessions and late-night reflections, it chronicles a young soul grappling with identity, longing for genuine connection, and finding strength in defiance. Amidst the struggle, there's an unyielding spirit that refuses to be broken, embracing autonomy even when life feels like an endless cold war. This anthem resonates with anyone who’s ever felt out of place yet fiercely determined to carve their own path.
American Teenager
Lyrics
Grew up under yellow light on the street
Putting too much faith in the make-believe
And another high school football team (ah-ah)
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 sound off, but I was probably wasted
And didn't feel so good
A life 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 fist 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
Writer(s): Hayden Silas Anhedonia, Steven Mark Colyer
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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