American Trilogy

C F I became accoustomed to a kind of social servitude C F and no-one, I mean no-one, could accept what I have become C Selfish, bitter, weak F Enough to make you sick C F And lately, I've been feeling, there are bits of life I'm stealing C C/B F Get me home C At times it seems I will not help F but it's just that I must save myself C From fear that blankets me like mist F on an optimist who insists C it's the simple things that crush F and im crying far too much C so much so that i'm thinking F my control on life is shrinking C there's a light on in my head F and i'm thinking what i said C All the freedom in my brain F C C/B F 4x I'm alright now, i'm just thinking what to say C Sorry dosen't seem to wash F when there's truths around that I have quashed C F and no-one, I mean no-one, can depress me more than I can C F So does that make me weak, or should that make me sick C F but lately, i've been feeling, that i'm gonna give up breathing C there's a light on in my head F and i'm thinking what i said C All the freedom in my brain F C C/B F 4x I'm alright now, i'm just thinking what to say C there's a light on in my head F and i'm thinking what i said C All the freedom in my brain F C C/B F 4x I'm alright now, i'm just thinking what to say F No-one can depress me more than I can