The imitation picks you up like a habit
Writing in the glow of the TV static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they'd they understand
A stickman flashing
Mistake a fine-lined nervous flash for a fine-line smile
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
Rich man in a poor man's clothes
The permanent installment of the daily dose

And you tell off when me, "Fool", you tell it like it is
Your world's no wall's gone wider than your hatred of his head trip is
Checking into a small reality
BoringVoid as a drug you take too regularlyenter added
The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch
The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
Brought down like an old hotel
People digging through the rubbleenter deleted
for things they can resell

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"TheThe leaving lover that I still favor" favor
"II won't take your medicine, medicine
I don't need a remedyenter added
To be everything I'm supposed to be" be
"II don't want nobody else
I can do it by myself" myself
"We'reWe're meant to be together" together
NowNow, I'm a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm the hitchhiker you'll hitch-hiker you recognize passing
On your way to some everlasting

Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can