Hover Near Fame

(Ready?) I trust as far as I can spit You can read deep into it New York nightlife isn't shit Without a storyboard I don't think much impresses me Like a drunk celebrity Just fall down and fall asleep Like the rest On your way out Don't bother picking up your tab It's a stake out Hanging on with baited breath You're just milking this to death So sad I have to disappoint Her need is not a selling point The drinks are better in this joint Everyone's a friend Not that the nightlife isn't great And if I seem to be irate Don't have tolerence for fakes What's to say... On your way out Don't bother picking up your tab It's a stake out Hanging on with baited breath You're just milking this to death Somewhere the novelty wore thin Every city I was in There was an actor soaked in gin With an entourage This is my home away from home Get a barstool of your own I watch you sinking like a stone What a sight... On your way out Don't bother picking up your tab It's a stake out Hanging on with baited breath You're just milking this for Access... What little we posess Any other pays the cover But it wouldn't be the same Access... Destined to impress You can follow every model But you always try to hover near fame Access... What little we posess Any other pays the cover But it wouldn't be the same Access... Destined to impress You can follow every model But you always try to hover near fame