American Trilogy

I became accustomed to
A kind of social servitude
And no one, I mean no one
Could accept what I had become

Selfish, bitter, weak
Enough to make you sick
And lately I've been feeling
There are bits of life I'm stealing
Get me home

At times it seems I will not help
But it's just that I must save myself
From fear that blankets like mist
On an optimist who insists

It's the simple things that crush
And I'm crying far too much
So much so that I'm thinking
My control on life is shrinking

There's a light on in my head
And I'm thinking what I said
All the freedom in my brain
I'm alright now, I'm just thinking what to say

Sorry doesn't seem to wash
When there's truths around that I have quashed
And no one, I mean no one
Can depress me more than I can

So does that make me weak
Or should that make me sick?
But lately I've been feeling that
I'm gonna give up breathing

There's a light on in my head
And I'm thinking what I said
All the fever in my brain
I'm alright now, I can even take the pain

There's a light on in my head
And I'm thinking what I said
All the fever in my brain
I'm alright now, I can even take the pain