Post Tropical Storm

You want to leave it? I see you coming 'round again Just as you walk away, it follows you And it feels like I'm on empty But I'm at your servo, lighting my cigarette I fall onto the surface, where I see the failure of those neat old lies I'd flee into the abyss, the next century where I don't know my name Is that all you need? 'Cause it's all I need, to get up and get out And reality, I don't think it's for me. Imma hangin' in a dreamworld from now on Havoc comes and havoc goes, if you're on top you never know. I fall onto the surface where I see the failure of those neat old lies I'd flee into the abyss, the next century where I don't know my name I've got something to admit I'm a backseat liver man, I'm a backseat liver man I've got something to admit I'm a backseat liver man, I'm a backseat liver man