The Ugly American

When did you decide that the chill would never leave your bones
and none of the coats you wear would ever keep you warm
Liquor and pills
See your pain far away in the mirror
Why do you only see yourself when you're looking back
through the eyes of a stranger

Your mother always worried you'd be a sad old maid
Alone and sour as a glass of lemonade
But you're not alone - you should know that by now
I'd give anything to be where you are right now


Have you lost so much
that none of your tiny wishes can find a toehold
Have you been recast
as some odd character that has no story to unfold

My mother always worried I'd be a sad old maid
Alone and sour as a glass of lemonade
I'd give anything to be where you are right now