Shoes - ATMOSPHERE

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!

So I’mma gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates

And I’mma 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