It is true what they say, that nothing gold can stay

We fled to America

Land of white teeth and Coca-Cola, and isn’t that a contradiction?

Land of opportunity, but truthfully, we weren’t looking for that

It was the Cadillacs and rolling hills, white shirts and blue swimming pools

We set up in Hollywood

Gold chains and champagne

Our dreams tasted like money and kerosene

Neon signs blinking, goading us on, laughing as the sun rose and we saw the tarnished silver screens

The trampled red Solo cups

We left in the morning

Tied up our loose ends, buried them with our dreams

We stood in an empty swimming pool that had once run red with blood and green with money, blue with sadness and white with lies