Hover Near Fame

I'll 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
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us)

On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab
It's a stake out
There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death

So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend
Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate
I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say

On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab
It's a stake out
Your hanging on with bated 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'll 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 bated breath, your just milking this for:
Access, what little we possess
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same
Excess, destined to impress
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame