Atmosphere - Shoes lyrics

Would you prefer if I remove mY a-
Nah they they're clean i mean what?
You wanna look at the bottom of of 'em?

My shoes are clean girl, how about yours?
Here we are sitting on your living room floor
Listening to some records
From your collection
Boredom in between a coma and an erection
Staring at the skin on your shoulder blades
And you don't take your eyes
Off my poker face
I'm wasted, and you're as sober as Jehovah
Knocking door to door
Trying to walk the road
That the Mormons paved
If she was here on your sofa
With a beer on a coaster
She'd've told 'ya that my
Game was way overplayed make no mistake
I love the way you taste like
Yogurt and some clover cigarettes
Girl, show me leg!
Some'll go and trade their
Shoes for rollerskates
And some'll stay happy just as long
As there's a whore to pay
But some of us already spent the rent
So we can't be content until
There isn't no more today

Those are your shoes these are my shoes
We've got issues

My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours?
Here we are lounging on your bedroom floor
I'm really drunk so I'm looking
At your carpet like "Man, fuck the permit
I know where I'mma park tonight"
It's closing time
The spins are gonna visit me
They're rolling thick like they
Know they taking victory
But not tonight, right
I'mma make some history
Get up in your system and
Direct it like a symphony
Let me get to be the man of your mystery
Cause them meddling kids don't
Understand your sensitivity
Show some sympathy, let me kiss your feet
Let's talk about a pretty bird
And a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'mma be a tipsy
Dirty old man still following my kid beliefs
I know it isn't really your responsibility
So we'll be straight once I
Take a hit of Listerine

I can't find my shoes girl, how about yours?
Here I am naked on your bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell asleep
And I'm thanking God that this
Date was hella cheap
Sitting down, trying to keep the liquor down
Light, thoughts
And sounds- everything flickers now
Sick-bound, the whole room twists around
In front of the toilet
Assume the position to drown
Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces
All over the floor
Now I'm sitting in the bitch's mound
I'm just a clown
And I'm sorry I found it funny
When you tripped over my shoes
And hit the ground
Didn't know you would rip your gown
Didn't think you would shout
And get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk
But I'm more than a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the shoes, you keep them
I'm getting out

Perfection