I picked the right place, the wrong time, I made a promise it was gonna be fine I've got a laundry list of all these famous lies I told myself just so I could get by, I wrote a record to just make the sunshine Whatever helps me help you sleep every night
Don't blame my English blood for this American heartache Sending postcards home from all my life's mistakes Maybe I lost myself somewhere along the way, if I'm beyond rеpair, that's just a part of me Don't blame my English blood for this American hеartache Don't blame my English blood for this American heartache
I get scared when I get too high, a little nervous when I'm sad and can't cry I think I'm broken but I don't know, why is my nose bleeding? I want to scream until my lungs don't work, I wanna see you in my old t-shirt I wanna fuck 'till the pain don't hurt, it's temporary (Uhh... which part?)
Don't blame my English blood for this American heartache Sending postcards home from all my life's mistakes Maybe I lost myself somewhere along the way, if I'm beyond repair that's just a part of me
There's no changing who I was and you know exactly where I've been But I know who I am, who I am is good enough for me There's no changing who I was and you know exactly where I've been But I know who I am, who I am is good enough for me (English blood, American heartache)
Don't blame my English blood for this American heartache Sending postcards home from all my life's mistakes Maybe I'll find myself somewhere along the way I know it's part of me Don't blame my English blood for this American heartache Don't blame my English blood for this American heartache or this
Compositores: Alexander William Gaskarth, Jack Bassam Barakat, Philip Joseph Gornell (Phil Gornell), Dan Swank ECAD: Obra #45784772