That's America,
my green and blue, my
perfect hue
My love for granted
here and you're missed
I can't see the sky from my
apartment floor
and your hands are too tarnished for my
p-e-r-f-e-c-t
me
Crawling on the floor through your sludge
and your dirt and that's-
me.
America.
Toss your hair into my
ab-so-lute
stop and leave me
leave me to my own,
Love.
Press my lips to your-
filth
Cause you hold me in your hands,
America.