Atmosphere Can’t Break Lyrics

When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Like the Rest of Us
  • 2 Puppets
  • 3 The Skinny
  • 4 Dreamer
  • 5 Shoulda Known
  • 6 You
  • 7 Painting
  • 8 Your Glasshouse
  • 9 Yesterday
  • 10 Guarantees
  • 11 Me
  • 12 Wild Wild Horses
  • 13 Can’t Break
  • 14 The Waitress
  • 15 In Her Music Box

  • he wanted to make a difference be understood right?
    wanted to go the distance wanted to live that good life
    put some work on that wood jumped and took flight
    left his hand writin' in that book what that look like?
    happy mess is the reach touch and manifest it
    caught between respect your momma
    and them battle weapons
    lost your adolescence at them intersections
    spread them wings
    and you're gonna need some landin' lessons
    the sun is gonna burn them feathers
    lost track of time tryin' to ride the bender
    used to have an agenda but really why remember?
    doesn't matter when your head's in
    a bottle somewhere in tribeca
    or maybe you sedate it up in silverlake
    cheatin' fate first rate feelin' great
    tryin' to turn a first date
    into a friendly game of kill the snake
    can't wait to get her face against a pillow case

    progress that came with a cost
    rejoice for the rain that will wash
    multiple choice you can stay on that cross
    or grab it by the arms and break 'em off

    the wheels are stopped done so let me off
    deal the cards but already lost
    kill me now just to get applause
    steal the shot run and set it off
    i feel and i fear and i want and i can't break away

    if they buy it for you how you not gonna drink it?
    if they fry it for you how you not gonna eat it?
    if they throw it to you how you not gonna hold it?
    touch it taste it love it and f**k with it a moment?
    every city's the same scene gangrene
    vampire's lookin' at your veins fangs craving
    interchangeable hair similar name jeans
    faux-made take charge and late start playthings
    it ain't harder to tell
    they rebel to celebrate the day their martyr had fell
    now meet him at the bar 'cause it's part of the sell
    felt at peace leavin' pieces of his heart at hotels
    stepped in with his next new best friend
    on the bed's edge loadin' up on the weapon
    tryin' to win big all bets in
    now pull the bedspread back and pop that essence

    the wheels are stopped done so let me off
    deal the cards but already lost
    kill me now just to get applause
    steal the shot run and set it off
    i feel and i fear and i want
    and i can't breakaway.

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