Letra da Música: First Class Mail - Mxpx

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?