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,

[04:15.28]I can even take the pain.