Elliott Smith - In The Lost And Found Lyrics
The imitation picks you up like a habitRiding in the glow of the tv staticTaking out the trash to the manGive the people something they understandMistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smileJunk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stockRich man in a poor man's clothesThe permanent installment of the daily doseAnd you tell me, "fool, you tell it like it is"Your wall's gone wider than your head trip isChecking into a small realityVoid as a drug you take too regularly>>The acolyte's laugh; the broken crutch>> The first true love folded at the slightest touchBrought down like an old hotelPeople digging through the rubble for things they can resell"happy holidays," said sid the saviourBelieve in love i still favourI won't take your medicineI don't need a remedyTo be everything i'm supposed to beI don't want nobody elseI can do it by myselfWe're meant to be togetherNow i'm a policeman directing trafficKeeping everything moving, everything staticI'm the hitchhiker you recognize passingOn your way to some everlasting...Better sell it while you canBetter sell it while you canBetter sell it while you canBetter sell it while you can
