You Got Me

Oh, when you were twelve, your dad bought you some drums I turned the same age, you let me borrow ‘em some It was the next year I learned to strum Oh, when you were thirteen, you lost your mom Mom, oh, oh, oh That ain’t an easy place to be starting from Plus that time you almost got taken away by someone Some pervert in a car tryna have fun Then you grew up and had some sons, and never even reached for the rum ‘Cause in suburbia, Dads of the Year, they don’t f*ck with drugs I guess the better look is just eat ‘til you’re numb Last year, the nurses thought you were done You’ve had Jim since this shit begun, Jack back from Colorado where he’s from Then, oh yeah, that other one who called you scum Scum Yeah, you got me Yeah, you got me You got me Yeah, you got me Yeah, you got me Yeah, you got me You got me Yeah, you got me I’ve got Mom’s face Your hairline, different music taste I always got weekend pizza, chocolate coins on Easter Now you’re losing your hearing, breaking down it’s appearing Your heart’s been blocked, but now I think I got it tearing You got me, yeah you got me Yeah, you got me Yeah, you got me Yeah, you got me You got me You got me singing Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oh, ooh Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oh, ooh Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oh, ooh Oooooh, oooh, oooh, ooh Ooh, oooh, ooh, ooh