Atmosphere Shoulda Known 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

  • Naked in the bathtub
    Sittin' on the porcelain
    Waiting for that little hurricane to pull your torso in
    The water don't run, just drips like rain
    Still drips like a painkiller drips to the veins
    Fill it up
    With a bag of that happy stuff
    Cause the way she runs out, you can tell she ain't had enough
    Good times goddess
    My goodness
    Goth finger nail polish autopilot foot prints
    With a smile that's stitched to the fabric of bedtime tales that
    Keep them kids out of the attic
    The mouth of madness
    Loud and manic
    The motive of the bird holdin' south on the atlas
    Picture a hole
    Put your hero in
    Envision the goal
    Now zero in
    Been watching your night train track for the last few stops
    With no desire to hop it
    How did we end up in your apartment
    Pocket full of gossip says this ain't smart
    When it's all said and done, can't hit restart
    But I'll be damned if I don't wanna kiss you-
    Hard
    Shoulda known better not to fuck with' you
    Ain't got nothin' but too much to lose
    Lost in the rush don't know what to do
    That drug got you like I want you
    Shoulda known better not to fuck with' you
    Ain't got nothin' but too much to lose
    Lost in the rush don't know what to do
    That drug got you like I want you
    I've got a restraining order
    Against Satan's daughter
    And I keep it at the bottom of this Jamison and water
    And when we get there
    You can sit there and stare
    From behind your mascara and your thick hair
    I'm aware of that pain you harbor
    The same negative game to the names you martyr
    Apart from the details *of* substance and whatnot
    That hunger of love pistol and gut rot
    Bloodshot
    Give me one shot, my shot
    Hopped up on enough talk to make time stop
    The lines of chalk that benjamin might cop
    Killed the illustrations on the neighborhood sidewalks
    Then all of a sudden she got silent
    Pupils like marbles, hide behind the eyelids
    Get away sticks go limping hole place
    The smile sucked up most of her face
    Truly *beauty* the scene *serene*
    And each criticism becomes redeemed
    Swallow my words
    No more judgment it's true
    Cause you look like what I feel like when I'm with you
    Shoulda known better not to fuck with' you
    Ain't got nothin' but too much to lose
    Lost in the rush don't know what to do
    That drug got you like I want you
    Shoulda known better not to fuck with' you
    Ain't got nothin' but too much to lose
    Lost in the rush don't know what to do
    That drug got you like I want you
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