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So withdrawn and rooted deep inside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 27?
Were you hopeful at 17?
A void the size of oceans stretches out between us
I guess our blood is supposed 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
