Who knows what's best For this ancient, anxious head I keep slipping into reverse I keep digging into dead ends I keep reading my own thesis But I wanna be around I just wanna be around So you pick the best years And I'll try to show up to them I'm not one to know when to speak out or steer clear But snake oil salesman, I know what you've been selling I'm angry with myself because I let myself get sewn up in your stitch It's a poor seam hemmed from A heavy hand A heavy hand that I got used to It's a site I've seen before A pure form Straight line That's bent to fit, bent to fit Well hijacked for cash There's no doubt about that I know enough to know You're no good at heart There's no doubt in my mind That I could never do that Would never do that with you So snake oil salesman I'm not buying a thing I just wish you would leave us... It's a cruel joke from a cruel hand you played But I wanna be around We're all gonna stick around Enough to see you out