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)