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
Ain't 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

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Writer(s): BRENDAN BENSON