suicidegirls lyrics – atmosphere

[voice messages from upset girlfriends]
hey you f*cking *sshole
hi sean, i just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car
sean, i’m so f*cking p*ssed at you i could rip your godd*mn arms off and..
anyways, i don’t care, i don’t wanna f*cking talk to you
i don’t wanna talk to you anymore
i don’t know what your deal’s been lately, but i f*cked you like 15 times
and you just take and take
and you just f*ck everyone over in the end anyways
okay and number 2, being f*cked up
is not an excuse to p*ss in the godd*mn fish tank
i’m sick of your bullsh*t. i’m sick of you acting like you can just f*ckin..
leave a trail of destruction and sh*t
every time i’m around you and i’m f*cking tired of it
it’s just not cool, my roommates told me
what the f*ck you did after you got stupid drunk as usual
i don’t ever want you in my f*cking house
in my f*cking car, anywhere near me
it’s f*cking over, i don’t want to talk to you anymore
i don’t want to think about you anymore, i don’t ever want to see you again
even if you don’t care, you can never ever come into my house again
f*ck me? f*ck you. rot in f*cking h*ll
f*ck you, go f*ck yourself
you should care, if you give a f*ck at all, which i really doubt, you’ll call me
hear me out, don’t come f*cking crying to me when your world falls apart and
you have nowhere to turn, alright? have a good day

…already? already? already? what’d you call ’em?

[slug]
i can’t imagine some of the things that you’ve seen
city to city with no spot to sleep
i know she will run with opposable thumbs
she’s trying to overcome all of the maniacs [?]
coast to coast, who knows the most?
age before beauty, sleep before scrutiny
who could it be now, here she comes
with an eve of her tongue and the games that she runs
little girl lost, never get lost, see the cost, embrace the flaws
let her get tossed in the back of a mid-size
trying to look at life through those kid’s eyes
“jackpot”, that’s in quotes
sometimes you gotta let go if you wanna get votes
but f*ck the votes, i spin towards the clouds
a bullet in your head if it’s still allowed
i used to pretend that i gave a f*ck
now i do give a f*ck, a little too much
let’s see what you got naomi
back view from missouri, show me little homey

/ atmosphere lyrics