Texty: Lawrence Arms. 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so withdrawn and rooted deep inside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.