I'm a product of the things I haven't done yet Checking boxes just to see if I can win the bet They sold me white pickets and a sense of relief But I'm choking on the air and I'm losing my teeth All of my lovers wish that I could just sleep in But I can't stand to be touched, can't stand to be kissed I just think of myself and I don't want kids I write shit in these songs that I know I'll regret Is this the American Dream? Or am I just tearing at the seams? A house on a hill, a pill for the chill And a heart that I'm trying to keep still Oh, it's not what it seems Living the American Dream I'm a ghost in the hallway of a life I don't own Building a castle but I'm always alone The neighbors are waving, they're perfect and plastic But my mental health is getting drastic I'm buying the silver, I'm setting the table But I'm feeling so fragile and I'm feeling unstable Is this the American Dream? Or am I just tearing at the seams? A house on a hill, a pill for the chill And a heart that I'm trying to keep still Oh, it's not what it seems Living the American Dream And I don't want the garden, I don't want the lawn I just want to know where the feeling has gone Burn down the suburbs, leave it behind I'm looking for something that I'll never find Just a dream Just a nightmare in a pretty dress