American Blues
 作词 : Benji Cormack
 作曲 : Varju
 I only smoke
 American blues
 Like my father
 They’re spirits I talk to
 And all my friends
 Are giving up booze
 And having babies
 While I’m drunk in the afternoon

 Grandma can’t
 Remember her plans
 She’s having trouble
 Sleeping again
 When she nods off
 She prays in her sleep
 But with her memory
 She won’t know what it means

 Suited for the worst of it
 Yet does that cause me to miss
 How they love
 How they fall apart
 How they hope
 To look past their scars
 Am I scared of all of it?

 This ain’t the way
 I grew up in my head
 And growing older
 Has no deliverance