Hover Near Fame chords

[INTRO]
[G] [Bm] [D] x3
[G] [Bm] [A]

[VERSE]
[D]I'll trust as far as I can [Bm]spit.
You can read deep into [G]it.
New York nightlife isn't [Bm]shit without a s[A]toryboar[D]d.
I don't think much impresses [Bm]me like a drunk celebri[G]ty.
You just fall down and fall a[Bm]sleep like the [A]rest (of us).

[CHORUS]
[G]On your way o[Bm]ut,[D] d[G]on't bother picking up your [Bm]tab[D] .
[G]It's a stake [Bm]out[D] . [G]There's hanging on with bated breath, [Bm]you're just milking
[A]this to death.

Verse 2 as in verse 1:

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.

[CHORUS]
[G]On your way o[Bm]ut,[D] d[G]on't bother picking up your [Bm]tab[D] .
[G]It's a stake [Bm]out[D] . [G]There's hanging on with bated breath, [Bm]you're just milking
[A]this to death.

Verse 3 as in verse 1:
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.

[CHORUS]
[G]On your way o[Bm]ut,[D] d[G]on't bother picking up your [Bm]tab[D] .
[G]It's a stake [Bm]out[D] . [G]There's hanging on with bated breath, [Bm]you're just milking
[A]this for:

[CODA]
[D]Acce[G]ss, what l[Bm]ittle we poss[A]ess.
[D]Any other[G] pays the cover but it w[Bm]ouldn't be the [A]same.
[D]Exces[G]s, de[Bm]stined to imp[A]ress.
You can f[D]ollow every m[G]odel but you a[Bm]lways try to h[A]over near fame.