Atmosphere - Pour Me Another (another Poor Me) lyrics

All she wanted was a little bit of solid
Feels like love
It doesn't matter what you call it
Heal those cuts or hide
'em underneath the polish
Break another promise and take
Me as a hostage hold your job down and let
The zombies crowd around
Thankin' mommy's God that it's
A cop's town
Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy
Swervin' through the galaxy
Searchin' for a family
Happily surrounded by planets and stars
She was stuck uptown while you
Was landin' on mars
It's all fucked up now
Caught your hand in the jar
Another small step back for the
Man at the bar
Spill a little bit of blood on the street


For the love that goes to those
Who they drink too much
And hold your own glass up to the heavens
Take a little time and try
To count the seconds

It goes: Pour me another so
I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now
Pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now

Drink it all away, numb it down to none
Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun
You say you hate your life
You ain't the only one
Let your frustration out the gate
And watch the pony run
One double, for the hunger and the struggle
Two for the fool tryin' to
Pull apart the puzzle
Three now I smile while I
Wait for your rebuttle by the fourth shot
I'm just another child in a bubble
Tryin' to play with the
Passion and the placement
Just to see what these people
Let him get away with
Still tryin' to climb a mountain for you
Hammer in my hand, still poundin' on a screw
She don't listen so he don't speak no more
Nobody's winning 'cause neither
Is keeping score don't wanna think no more
Just let me drink some more pour me another
'cause I can still see the floor

Pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now
Pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now

Live life tipsy
Still if it don't fit right with me
Kiss my whiskey, lift my lips
Press to my angel
Swallow it and leave her empty
Bottle on the table let the past fall
Making faces at that clock on the back wall
Countdown to the last call
Ask all these people that make sounds
How long does it take for
The pace to break down
Another lonely little trophy
If only I could walk a straight line
I'd make it home free
And everybody in this bar thinks they know me
And my story like poor me
I can count the days 'til you come back
Or I can follow them sun rays
Down to the train tracks
I can stumble drunk over hope and love
Or I could keep drinkin' until I sober up

Pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now
Pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now

Bottles and pints, and shots and cans
Couches and floors and drunk best friends
Models and whores and tattooed hands
Cities and secrets and cats and vans
Good times, laughter, bad decisions
Strippers and actors and average musicians
Mornings after and walks of shame
The bartender knows me by my real name
Sing it