What You Own

Don't breathe too deep, don't think all day

Dive into work, drive the other way

That drip of hurt, that pint of shame

Goes away, just play the game

You're living in America, at the end of the millennium

You're living in America, leave your conscience at the tone

And when you're living in America, at the end of the millennium

You're what you own

The filmmaker cannot see, and the songwriter cannot hear

Yet, I see Mimi everywhere, Angel's voice is in my ear

Just tighten those shoulders

Just clench your jaw till you frown

Just don't let go or you may drown

You're living in America, at the end of the millennium

You're living in America, where it's like the Twilight Zone

And when you're living in America, at the end of the millennium

You're what you own

So I own not a notion, I escape and ape content

I don't own emotion, I rent

What was it about that night? (What was it about that night?)

Connection, in an isolating age

For once, the shadows gave way to light

For once, I didn't disengage

Angel, I hear you, I hear it, I see it, I see it, my film

(Mimi, I see you, I see it, I hear it in my song)

Alexi, Mark, call me a hypocrite (Glory, Mimi, your eyes)

I quit!

Dying in America, at the end of the millennium

We're dying in America, to come into our own

And when you're dying in America, at the end of the millennium

You're not alone

I'm not alone, I'm not alone