It’s not even about compulsion
It’s not even about obsession
It’s all about identification
And your alleged maturation
You got your grown up props
And they define who you are
They prove that you’re an adult
Although you still live with Mom and Dad
You go and hang out in bars
And try to get some results
And tell yourself it’s not so bad
You know it’s not an addiction
But your logic is fiction
And you can’t see the connection
You got your grown up props
You got your drink in your hand
You got your smoke in your mouth
You have become your old man
But you know you have full control
You think you know about yourself
You think you know what you’ve become
You’re just your version of everyone
You think you have got it all set
But you’ve only replaced your parents
You are now your parents
You’ve replaced your parents
You let yourself get bought and sold
Just like your parents
You’re satisfied with your station
Of social regeneration
It’s only my observation
You can’t outgrow your frustration
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