I wish I could gather all of you up
All the broken and the lonely
The ones whose problems aren’t great enough to host a benefit dinner
Or a televised special.
No, the small problems.
The problems that shake the outer fringe of suburbia.
The ones that don’t look too bad
But are the worse pain I’ve endured.
I wish I could take you all
All of you living somewhere between falling apart
And stitching together a normal life.
And I would hold you.
Tell you your problems are real and valid.
Don’t let anyone tell you that the things that break you down
Aren’t actual pain, aren’t actual a big deal.
Because when its all you know
It kind of is a big deal.
And I wish I could help you.
I wish I could save you.
But first I need to save myself.