Nebraska

Nebraska

Lawrence Arms (The)
(album: Ghost Stories)

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So withdrawn and rooted deep inside.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 seventeen?
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?
Frustration´s 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
Who understand this pain.
There´s a better life
Waiting on the outside
Of these decaying walls.
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.
Rejected sour eyes
Can´t imagine blue skies.

I wish you could find something to live for,
Beside the agony of bleeding towards this last breath.
I truly believe that you want more than this (this is killing you).
I truly believe that you want more than this.
That what you want is very simple,
Somehow so complex to get.
That what you want is very simple,
Somehow so complex to get.

Please don´t hate yourself.

I truly believe that you want more than this.