Selling Out-Lyrics

You took the words right out of my mouth.
You saved me the trouble of having to spit them out.
You broke the ice to pour your drink
to break my heart.

Falling in love is easy as breathing
falling out is the hard part.
Now I am crying and I am rolling in the trash.
I'm one more day...I'm one more drink away from selling my ass.

and Who do you think will buy
when I am selling out?

There is beauty in destruction
in the act of reconstruction
in the art of healing scars
and I've sat on 42nd street
and the passing of the strangers' feet
gave the beat to my guitar

I am not a common bum,
but I can sing and I can strum
and turn your change into a meal.

one step from being homeless,
fucked up but never hopeless
Is this the way you feel?

Whose gonna pick me up...put a dime in my paper cup
when I have fallen, fallen down.

Though it wasn't all that fun
I can say I've walked a mile in a beggar's shoes.
I think that in this city you can't find a better family
than the family that you choose.

You're my friends and my lovers
in and out of the covers
You're the ones that I hold dear.
You sit and listen when I'm singing
answer the phone when it is ringing
use your sleeves to dry my tears.

and you'll be the ones backstage
and in the seat of my escalade
Dinner's on me, I paid.
when I am selling, not selling out.