Miss America

Maybe I'm amazing

Maybe I'm a lie

I was sitting waiting

Playing with the fire

And I've been second guessing

And rolling through the times

But the times don't love me anymore

Miss America

Everybody hates me

but they're calling all the time

They tell be all their stories

And that list goes on an on

And I just sit and listen

To the problems with their lives

But the times don't love them anymore

I feel that they could find

Find a way to make it work

But I don't ever lie

To lie is just a thing we do to keep them pacified

Life is Miss America with bags beneath her eyes

Staring through the window saying

Do I look alright?

Miss America

Do I look alright?

Find a way to make it work

When everybody dies

To die is just and thing we do

To make us feel alive

Life is Miss America with bags beneath her eyes

At home again, alone and saying

Do I look alright?

Do I look alright

Do I look alright

Miss America

Do I look alright

Do I look alright

Miss America

Do I look alright

Do I look alright

Miss America

Do I look alright

Do I look alright

Miss America