Backstreet philosopher that's my question to you
Like do you really know me is that all the truth
Can your borrowed wisdom pierce the shadows of these nights
You spin your theories in dusty cafe's
Sipping on existential lattes in a haze
In a haze
See the joke there was he's sitting in a cafe drinking a latte because he can't deal with His life and his situations because he's a piece of
I'm in the cafe that's the whole joke
You might think he'd be off the bus by now
He'd be happier now
He'd be happy