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 me 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 --- American Trilogy - The Delgados