Track byThe All-American Rejects
(Hmm, so tell me about your mother) Doctor, doctor Could you please just give me somethin' for the state I'm in I'm having trouble and society believe I got it wrong again I'm one month sober I don't think I'm getting over my predicament But if I jumped out of the window what would she say It's not on me, it's all on you We can't deny the things we do I can't believe her pretty feet walked over me All over me Help me, help me doctor Seems to be an awful lot for me to understand I know I'm not it's messed up in the troubles and the mess I'm in I should be dead Cause then unless is all I think then you've had all your fun it's time to be a man So you better quit your bitchin think about what the people would say It's not on me, it's all on you I can't prescribe what you want me to You need some sleep, you better leave You walked over me All over me Wait until tomorrow, and it's gone So long Wait until tomorrow, so long It's gone Waiting till tomorrow Bang and steal and borrow till it's gone (He don't got a lot but he's got all he needs) I need someone to love (And all he's got well it's all that he needs) Somebody help me cause I could hear the voices in the tube To get me through anything I do and anything will do good by me A little pill, a little thrill, should I take it I think I will And anything will do good so long as it's always true but Either way I don't give a damn what you people all say All now boy It's not on me, it's all on you I can't deny the things I do I can't believe her pretty feet walked over me All over me Not on me, it's all on you There comes a time to speak the truth So you can see even when I leave Walk over you All over you