• The bottle of memories that I've held
    are pouring out like wine
    for everyone to see
    I try to ignore the throbbing pain of it

    My happiest moments are sun-streaked afternoons
    in the arms of my one and only love
    but now, those skies have turned gray and ugly
    and your arms grow smaller and smaller

    I am suffocating in your tight grasp, you are afraid to let go
    afraid that I'll be gone, without a sign
    but you know me better than that, or do you?
    You have pained me

    You have taken away all my freedom,
    my independence as an American,
    and now it pains me to have to end this
    I really loved you, but I can't live my life as someone I'm not.