The Hanger-On

Diegetic world
I follow you everywhere just show me what to buy
There's no escape
Anyway, everything's fake and so am I
No use to be myself

Oh, suck the marrow out of me
Oh, I wear the latest rage
Oh, the last bit of my dignity
I don't care

I am rehearsed
So that I don't fail, I do not ever ask my soul
'Cause I might find
I'm singing your line, walking your way, I'm hanging on
No use to see myself

Oh, suck the marrow out of me
Oh, I'm hiding from myself
Oh, the last bit of my dignity
I don't care

Oh, suck the marrow out of me
Oh, so do you like me now?
Oh, the last bit of my dignity
Do you care?