American Sadness – XYLØ

Take a sip, of this American sadness
I just wanna sleep tonight
We got history that keeps on repeating
We don’t wanna believe it
Oh believe me

It’s like we’re livin’ in slow motion, killin’ time, killin’ time
Rip my heart out of my chest, oh God

Maybe I said too much
Or maybe I (maybe I)
Maybe I didn’t say enough
When you’re touchin’ me, I don’t feel a thing
Or maybe my (maybe my), heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore

(Maybe my, maybe my heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore)

Pull it up (pull it up)
I put the suitcase in the back of the trunk (of the trunk)
Put every state in between the two us
Can’t believe it, this history, repeatin’ history
Oh believe me

It’s like we’re livin’ in slow motion, killin’ time, killin’ time
Rip my heart out of my chest, oh God

Maybe I said too much
Or maybe I (maybe I)
Maybe I didn’t say enough
When you’re touchin’ me, I don’t feel a thing
Or maybe my (maybe my), heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore

(Maybe my, maybe my heart’s not in it anymore
I don’t feel a thing
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore)

Tell me what I don’t wanna hear
Let that sink in, insincere
Write down my goodbyes
You’ll drink deep and dry your eyes
Maybe I gave you too little of me

Maybe I said too much
Or maybe I (maybe I)
Maybe I didn’t say enough
When you’re touchin’ me, I don’t feel a thing
Or maybe my (maybe my), heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore

(Maybe my, maybe my heart’s not in it anymore
Maybe my heart’s not in it anymore)