Just Like Me - Brendan 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

Ain’t it just like me?

And hate, so filled with hate

So bad some days I can’t see straight

So sad, sometimes I can relate

I’m high and I’m low

Baby you know

It’s just like me

Ain’t it just like me?

So help me break this trend

'Cause here I go again

Help me find my way back

I’m not making any contact

And everything goes black and I get slack

All I’ve got to say:

Ain’t it just like me?

Ain’t it just like me?

White, bright white

You’re fading almost out of sight

All is calm and all is bright

But I don’t feel right

I don’t feel right

And ain’t that just like me?

So help me break this trend

'Cause here I go again

Help me find my way back

I’m not making any contact

Ain’t it just like me?

Ain’t that just like me?

Ain’t it just like me?

Ain’t that just like me?