She only smiles on rainy days.
Can't quit her cigarettes,
She loves the way they taste.
Keeps me tongue-tied, double-knotted, Buckled at the knees.
Wildfire raging, any time she does please.
Everybody knows it's a tale,
As old as time.
Looking for a reason,
At the end of a rhyme.
But we don't always see,
What is meant to be.
Heart stitched on my sleeve.
Feeling tragedy,
Coming back for me.
Slips right through my seams.
It's hard to tell, hard to tell what,
American Beauty gonna do.
She never truly let her guard,
Down for me.
She plays it blind through eyes,
I’ve never seen.
And even still I'm waiting ‘round,
For her blues.
Reminding me of a long,
And forgotten truth.
Heavy and a-hard as a tale,
Looking for her reasons,
At the end of her rhymes.
Oh, it’s hard to tell.
Yeah, it's hard to tell, hard to tell what,
There ain't no telling now,
Ain't no telling now.