Texty: Lawrence Arms. Cocktails And Dreams. Nebraska.

Hey mike i wish i could
help you figure something out
but it's been too long since we spoke

your sarcasm radiates
unhappiness
so withdrawn and rooted deep inside

are you content at twenty-seven
were you hopeful at 17?

a void the size of oceans
stretches out between us
i guess our blood is suppose to be a bridge

can you pull yourself up
from this self hatred
can you pull yourself up
frustrations driven you to angry dreams

let nebraska disappear
in golden flames of grain
i know you can't imagine
having company right now
there's a world of tired faces
that understand this pain
there's a better life
waiting on the outside
of these decaying walls

your bitterness doesn't surprise me
as these pointless days
go screaming by
rejected sour eyes
can't imagine blue skies

i wish you could find something to live for
besides the agony of bleeding towards the last breath

i truly believe that you want more than this (this is killing you)
that what you want is very simple
somehow so complex to get
please don't hate yourself

(Thanks to MadMike for these lyrics)