Storm took the phone lines down
And now your ride can't call
And you're bouncing off the walls
I stretched my arms real wide, tried to break your fall
But you got up, mad as hell, and told me that I had it all
I tried to heal your wounds just to say I helped
Just to say that some small fame
Ain't made me someone else
It ain't a high road now, it's just uneven ground
And I ain't even around to slow your speedin' down
You told me, "If a lie turned true,
A lie it would still be"
You ain't a goddamn hero now 'cause you cry on live TV

But at least I got a soul still,
Even if I'm in a bad placе
Even if I'm eatin' fast food,
Sleepin' at my dad's place
I'm happy for your haircut,
I'm glad you got your act clеan
You're showin' up like bad news
And leavin' like a bad dream

Help me if it helps you sleep

I don't need your cosign now,
Oh, we get along just fine
For two hundred years, we laid bricks in the dirt,
Put solar in the copper mines
You grew your hair out long,
Now you think you're Jesus Christ
There ain't nobody mistakin' your guilt
For some great sacrifice
Got bored of the New Hampshire space,
You left us for the New York Times
And now you stumble around like a ghost,
Tellin' people how you died
You told me, "If a lie turned true,
A lie it would still be"
You ain't a goddamn hero now 'cause you cry on live TV

But at least I got a soul still,
Even if I'm in a bad place
Even if I'm eatin' fast food,
Sleepin' at my dad's place
I'm happy for your haircut,
I'm glad you got your act clean
You're showin' up like bad news
And leavin' like a bad dream

Help me if it helps you sleep
Help me if it helps you write
Help me if it helps you leave
Help me if it helps you lie
Crying in the bathroom, baby

Drove your ass home
You walked into a haunted house
And got angry at the ghosts
We were fine without you,
Baby, long after you're gone
Spare us all the pity, love,
Save it for the microphone
Oh

But at least I got a soul still,
Even if I'm in a bad place
Even if I'm eatin' fast food,
Sleepin' at my dad's place
I'm so happy for your haircut,
I'm glad you got your act clean
You're showin' up like bad news
And leavin' like a bad dream

Help me if it helps you sleep
Help me if it helps you write
Help me if it helps you leave
Help me if it helps you lie
We were fine without you, baby

Despite all odds, that was great