S.R.O.

He's just a quiet man who likes to talk a lot
He's just an old soul living in a young man's body
Now, is it a middle-aged man's body or a slightly older man's body?
He's just an old man living in an old man's body

Hello, I've been waiting here for you
As a matter of fact, man, we've all be waiting here for you
You're falling backwards, tumbling towards the ground
Will it rush up to break your neck or is there no bottom to be found?

I hope you realize you're a bastard
But your father's still around
And his straight white version of events
Isn't how this shit goes down?

Oh, it's real you're falling faster
Tumbling further down
I wish I could tell you that it gets better, man
But it doesn't, it doesn't at all

All my enemies
They are imaginary
All my demons
They are real as day, oh