Copycat

Try to bring my feet in step with yours
Walk right into the door
And it serves me right

Every other show here is a bore
But I'm by your side
Every Saturday night

And you can pepper me with questions every time
But I already took your answers and I made them mine

Do you notice that I mimic how you talk
I don't even mean to, I just can't resist

Like Kirby's neutral B in Brawl
I inhale pretty people, leave them
Covered in my spit

It's a bad behavior that's hard to defend
And, recently, I've been trying to stop
At least I get a replica crown out of it
Or tiara, or whatever it's called

Im deficient, hollow down my feet
A collection of some quick facsimiles
Just a copy of a copy all the way down to the bottom
A jacket full of rats, a sub-par copycat

Your bring your feet in step with mine
Pull me back outside
And ask me for a favor

How could I possibly decline
You're my only line
To the other thirty flavors

And I'll take any shortcut given to me
To match your speed, and get a little closer
I copy every sound, but I fry and I squeak
Like a parakeet that'll take any shoulder

It's a bad behavior that's hard to defend
And it gets harder and harder to stop
Maintaining a shape, just to keep yourself safe
'Til all the inner nature is lost

Im deficient in iron and vitamin D
A sign the printer's running out of ink
A bad copy, a bad copy, a bad copy, a bad copy
A bad copy, a bad copy, a bad copy, a bad copy, a bad copy
(How could I possibly decline? You're my only line to the other thirty flavors)
A bad copy cat