American Trilogy - The Delgados

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