Jon the Guilt - Sycophant American

A universe of stories
Who's got the saddest one
It's been a pity and struggle
To be a bastard son

Sycophant American
Who feels abandoned the most
A nation fraught with indifference
It's eating at our soul

And it's strange to meet and greet and say hello
But it's stranger when we need to let them go

Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming
Somebody pitch me a newer dream
I need someone with sincerity
I need someone who'll run away with me

Written by:
Jon Moore

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