Miss America

I don't wanna look up at the ocean
Can't see through my emotion if
I don't see you out there darling
part of me is floating
Washed out all the moments
I remember i stored in my trouser pockets
She's my miss America
Leave a world for ya
when nobody cared that
We were going out and
I think
I would die for ya
Wave a flag for ya
Miss America
America and the politics of living
Is the dollar worth the killing
don't see money in our pockets
Part of me went missing
Not the place but feeling
That I'm human if I'm fleeing from the problem
Tell me babe you know
I need you to say that we'll go
heartache is hard to show
Cause I need you that way
And I need me to stay