My life reads like the classifieds
Pages of what's for sale
What's on the auction block?

Attention bidders, it's Lot 45
He's got a decent voice
He's got that crooked smile
Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet
He writes good storylines
He's got those honest eyes
So take him home for just $9.95
He'll sing the songs you like
He'll keep you warm at night

Back down, cash out
That's the city for ya
Break down, back out
And get what's coming to ya
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart

I'm not the type to forget
About nights like this
When every single move that I make
Is documented and scored for style points
The once ambitious one
Now holds the smoking gun

And if I die in my sleep
Are you still willing to be everything
You promised you would be?

Back down, cash out
That's the city for ya
Break down, back out
And get what's coming to ya
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart

Will you be the first one to tell
The neighborhood papers
And all my family and friends that still care?
Did you buy what I sold?
Did you feel what I told you?
I hope that you still do
Will you promise yourself
That this isn't all we've got?

Back down, cash out
That's the city for ya
Break down, back out
And get what's coming to ya
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart (x2)

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