Texty: Brendan Benson. Just Like Me.

(Benson)

A balloon to your lips
And held between your fingertips
But soon it slips your grip and whips
Around the room
Spitting its fumes
Just like me
Hate so filled with hate
So bad some days I can't see straight
So sad sometimes I can't relate
I'm high and I'm low
And baby you know
It's just like me
So help me break this trend
Coz here I go again
Help me find my way back
I'm not making any contact
And everything turns black
And I just go slack
All I have to say is
Aint it just like me
White bright white
You're fading almost out of sight
All is calm and all is bright
And I don't feel right
If it's not a fight
I'm just like that