Atmosphere - This is How the Story Goes Lyrics
And this is (*repeated*)(And this is how the story goes)Sometimes I focus vision on the floater (what's that?)But rarely will I do it when I'm sober (you're always drunk)I like how her hair holds her shoulders (she's cute)And maybe if I stare she'll come closer (ayo come here)If I work my words right she'll stay over (yo what's your name)Spend the night and tightly I will hold her (give her a squeeze)Love is like a game of draw poker (you're always losing)And me, I'm sitting on a handful of jokersI heard she used to mess with Andy Broker (who's that?)But now he acts like he don't even know her“Go to hell" yeah that's what he told herSwitched her self-esteem in-between his molarsNow she wants to take a bath with the toasterBad experience makes the soul olderI wish she would chill and take it slowerAnd try to climb off of this roller-coasterGirl let me use my key to start you motorI'm good energy powered by soberYou be the water and I'll be the boulderYou want a fresh style let me show youThis isAnd this isAnd this is how theAnd this isAnd this isAnd this isAnd this is how theAn-and this is how the story goesHe used to play for the San Diego Chargers (defense)Time passes and the alcohol gets harderDaydreaming, wishing that he was a farmerPassing out on the couch in front of Bob Barker (come on down)She knew that he would never try to harm her (hell naw)Used his money to open a beauty parlor (yo you want a manicure?)Her math skills get a little sharper (two plus two)And his beer-gut got a lot larger (know what I mean?)He used to be a strong self-starter (yeah)Confident in his own mind of martyr (yeah)But gone are the days of Jimmy Carter (yeah, yeah)And now all he does it sit around and sniff markers (hell yeah)This month her hair's a little darkerWhile his keeps creeping back a little fartherAnd as she reads the editorials and harpersHe's thinking about what he lost in the gardenSeems to have misplaced his weaponry and armorFeels like a fish out of water, drowning in the tartarMan life is like trying to light a sparkerHe'd move away from this city if he was smarterAnd this isAn-and and this is how theAn-and and this isAn-an-and this is how theAn-and this is how theAn-an-and this is how theAnd this is how the story goesMy number's universal but my name's Irish (Sean Daley)And I'm a donor according to my driver's license (need a kidney?)I would settle for the title of co-pilotCause I'm just trying to hold it all together like a hyphenCould you point me to the closest fire hydrant? (you're a dog)There's a growing opercula behind my eyelids (whattt)It's not even like I'm attempting to fight itInstead I've been standing here trying to cover my privatesThe water feels good you should drive in (come on get in, get in)Swim around and ignore the danger sirens (forget it)Come and join my regime of pirates (swashbuckler)While we pulsate into the artery of silence (ssshhh)You can live with us on a hidden islandWe eat and live off of berries and bisonAnd on the weekends we'll take the kids to the drive-inSo we can teach them all about sex and violenceYou lack the minerals, the vitamins as well as proper guidanceThe magazines lie and the gasoline's been siphonedWho here's in charge of the hiring and firing?Y'all must not know I haven't died yetAnd I still pass my time writing rhymesI still pass my time writing rhymes (*repeated*)(And this is how the story goes...)
