Atmosphere - Shoulda Known lyrics
[Atmosphere - Shoulda Known lyrics]
Naked in the bathtub
Sitting on the porcelain
Waiting for that little hurricane
To pull your torso
And 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 fingernail polish autopilot footprints
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 word
Hold it 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 in
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 youhard
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
Ain't got nothing 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 nothing 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 Jameson & water
And when we get there
We can sit there and stare
From behind your mascara and your thick hair
I'm aware of that pain you harbor
The same that give game to
The names you martyr
Apart from the details of
Substance and what not
I fucks wit that hunger of
Love pistol gut rot
Bloodshot, gimme one shot, my shot
Propped up on enough talk to
Make the time stop the lines of chalk that
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
Getaway sticks, go limp and hold place
That fucked up smile sucked up most her face
Truly beauty, seemed serene
Each criticism becomes redeemed
Swallow my words no more judgement is through
'Cause you look like what I feel
Like when I'm with you
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
Ain't got nothing 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 nothing but too much to lose
Lost in the rush, don't know what to do
That drug got you like I want you
Sitting on the porcelain
Waiting for that little hurricane
To pull your torso
And 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 fingernail polish autopilot footprints
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 word
Hold it 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 in
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 youhard
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
Ain't got nothing 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 nothing 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 Jameson & water
And when we get there
We can sit there and stare
From behind your mascara and your thick hair
I'm aware of that pain you harbor
The same that give game to
The names you martyr
Apart from the details of
Substance and what not
I fucks wit that hunger of
Love pistol gut rot
Bloodshot, gimme one shot, my shot
Propped up on enough talk to
Make the time stop the lines of chalk that
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
Getaway sticks, go limp and hold place
That fucked up smile sucked up most her face
Truly beauty, seemed serene
Each criticism becomes redeemed
Swallow my words no more judgement is through
'Cause you look like what I feel
Like when I'm with you
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
Ain't got nothing 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 nothing but too much to lose
Lost in the rush, don't know what to do
That drug got you like I want you