A song made me cry in Cleveland. My heart, filled with doubt. Would I die before New England? I guess we'll all find out. Would you still love me if your world was passing me by? Do you stil love me? Why? You're so far away, a heart cast in plaster. We can feed our vices if they cure our cancers. We ask ugly questions and get ugly answers. Separate my body and tongue so they can't be held accountable for one another. Separate my body and tongue as to not speak for weight on weathered shoulders with strange devotion. Still I would cling to this weight and sink down into the ocean. Wake up in a strange land. The ones who love us might say they understand... they won't. They're so far away, getting farther faster. We can feed our vices if they cure our cancers. We ask ugly questions and get ugly answers. I guess that's us. Hey Mike, it's me. Call the guys. Let's get in the Hate Game and go far away from here.