Atmosphere The Waitress 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

  • A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress
    And she treats me like some type of common vagrant
    I see her everyday, but there's nothing to say
    Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe
    I only get to sit if I buy something to eat
    Otherwise it's best to keep my feet moving down that street
    And god damn she's a hard bitch
    Talks at me like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage
    Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers
    You ain't got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work
    It doesn't have to be a game of patty cake
    But it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway
    And by the way, I can see it in your eyes
    You're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight
    I bet you hate every man that you date
    And you're probably addicted to all types of escape
    You take it out on me that you're all alone
    When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
    Watch the tone when you speak to old folks
    I'm grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold
    Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy
    I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily
    If you and I can't coexist, let's fake it
    'Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship
    I'm waiting for a city bus to flatten me
    And transport me to the ever after happily
    Maybe reincarnated with luck
    Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup
    She said she's had it up to here
    She's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear
    I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath
    I give her stress for the reaction that it gets
    I got a pocket full of clean, handled money
    On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun
    In front of everyone she calls me bum
    But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come
    So here I am, thorn in her hip
    Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips
    Ignoring the insults and evil eyes
    I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she'll realize
    That she's the only reason I visit
    The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence
    And if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it
    Because I'm getting old and I ain't got much left to give it
    So there it is and I have to live with it
    I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn't
    In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water
    Thinking, damn, I should have been a better father to my daughter Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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