Solituide

Solituide - Edwin McCain

Tim, he was a good friend

Yeah, was a brother of mine

We were imaginary comic book super heroes

Kids wasting time

We were prisoners of our youth

We were growing up strong

＇Til the day he was taken away

For something he did wrong, alright

Tim came ＇round just the other day

And boy he had some stories to tell

And his mama kept him locked up in a rehab

Although the doctors said he was well

And the hatred towards my mom

I put all that behind me

Just tell me what was it like to go to your prom

And he said, thank you mom for fixing

My clouded broken mind

But excuse me if I seem a little rude

While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime

You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude, of my solitude

Well, growing up these days just ain＇t easy

No, and the kids they＇re doing the best that they can

So mama, you better think twice

Before you lock your kid up and throw away the key

He said, thank you mom for fixing

My clouded broken mind

But excuse me if I seem a little rude

While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime

You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude, of my solitude

Tim left town just yesterday

He left me with these words

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