Текст песни First Class Mail

She says I'm negative I just can't see It's her negativity depressing me Maybe I'm anti-American me. I don't think the problem is nationality. It's your point of view. She sees these things through dogma's narrow eyes You question my integrity, but I can't question yours. I have joy in what I know. But her interpretations bring me sorrow. How can I act like nothing's wrong? And not communicate what's going on?