Rare Americans
It Was You
[Verse 1: Dad]
Time flew by so quickly
Life was tickity boo, didn't bat an eye
The bucks, the change, the weeks, the daily grind
17 years’ young, I lost my son
I lost my son
Have faith, think positive
Everything they tell you
No difference for me
Best medicine, best doctors
Best efforts, ‘round the clock

[Chorus 1: Dad]
God why did you do this to me
God why did you do this to me
A fate you can’t conceive
A loss you can’t believe
A pain you can’t relieve

[Verse 2: Dad]
Insanely unfair, beyond compare
Families not the same
Holes and gaps and pain
Irreversible stains
30 years of hard work down a drain
Ahead full of grey, pounding rain
It just keeps coming in waves
It just keeps coming in waves
[Chorus 2: Dad]
God why did you do this to me
God why did you do this to me
I lived by the good book
My word meant something when I shook
I feel like their all crooks
Cancer, devil’s filthy hooks
My son he gave me one last look

[Bridge: Son]
You aren't supposed to bury your kid
The burden I carry I try to keep hid

[Dad]
Where do I go from here? I’m overwrought with fear
I just want to drink twenty fucking beers

[Son]
But that won't help and that won't mend
You have some hope that you could lend?

[Dad]
I'm barely coping, tiring to pretend
I'm fucking mad at the universe
I'm beyond bewildered
[Son]
I have a gaping fucking wound

[Dad]
I'm immeasurably confused

[Outro: Son and Dad]
If there's one thing in this cold world
I could have chosen not to lose
It was you, you, you
It was you, you, you
If there's was one thing in this cold world
I could have chosen not to lose
It was you