Miss United States

I’ve been to Hollywood with the palm tree streets
I’ve seen the Redwoods on my own two feet
You’ve got to live a little, learn, it’s all around you

She pulls a quick one, she’s going M.I.A
But when you see her again, you’ll crawl back to the taste
Of her brandywine, you dig the vines between us

Did I try too hard? Did I play my cards?
Do I always end up feeling like a fool?
And I won’t

To call it my mind… It’s in a worn-out state
It’s such a fine line
For Miss United States
You’ve got to read the paper to see what they said about you