i feel like an american,   i finally understand the suffering   all my friends have been so depressed,   and now i'm finally clocking in, i guess.   driving the streets inside your car   the sustaining sun was never far;   but now i'm driving in circles,   running frozen on a wounded spark.   i wouldn't know what to do if you called me   i wouldn't know what to say   i wouldn't know what to do if you called me,   good thing   you don't call at all   i understand every drunken fool   i didn't think that i was capable   so everybody drink up   cause today will be a scattered   everlasting malaise   i'll pull you up from behind my eyes   and marvel at your transparent guise,   then reel your love across my tv screen, but those   dead kisses taste like quarantine.   i wouldn't know what to do if you called me   i wouldn't know what to say   i wouldn't know what to do if you called me,   good thing   you don't call at all   to all of my sad comrades,   all caught up in the fray:   if ever you're without love, i'll gladly give it away...   now that i've got enough   to go around