Solituide

Tim, he was a good friend

Yeah, was a brother of mine

We were imaginary comic book superheroes

Kids wasting time

We were prisoners of our youth

We were growin' up strong

'Til the day he was taken away

For something he did wrong, oh, alright

Tim came 'round just the other day

And boy, he had some stories to tell

His mama kept him locked up in a rehab

Although the doctors said he was well

He said, "Yeah, I've been through the anger

And the hatred towards my mom

And 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 fixin' my clouded broken mind

Excuse me if I seem a little rude

Oh, while I was missin' 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 doin' the best that they can

So Mama, you better think twice

Before you lock your kid up and throw away the key

Soon soon your little boy is gonna be a man, whoa, whoa

He said, "Thank you, Mom, for fixin' my clouded broken mind

But excuse me if I seem a little rude

Oh, while I was missin' 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

He said, "Yeah, I know this life's got a lot to give

Oh, but my childhood is gone

And I'm not afraid of dyin'

I'm gonna grab this world by the horns and learn how to live

He said, "Thank you, Mom, for fixin' my clouded broken mind

But excuse me if I seem a little rude

While I was missin' my childhood, my brother and my prime

You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude"

24 months of solitude

I didn't ask you for this solitude

I can't forgive you for this solitude

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

Yeah!