Lyrics Atmosphere – Your Glass House
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Woke up to that familiar feeling
Staring at an unfamiliar ceiling
Still got your jeans on but you’re topless
Headache and the stomach feels nauseous
And trying to recollect the night before
How’d you get from the bar to this mattress?
And when you got here then what happened?
And where’s the who that lives here?
In this house you wanna figure out how’d you get here
But the thought got cut by nature
Find the bathroom the gut got anger
Here it comes can’t avoid it
Ain’t the first time throwin’ up in a strange toilet
Anyone else would leave but you?
You crawl back to the bed and fell back asleep
All we need is because
So come and party with us
Take care of you when you’re passed out
Right there with you in your glasshouse
Woke up all alone with no friends
But you had to throw up again
Choke up the tears and the spit
Grab some tissue to wipe off your lips
And everything still spins
And then the chills begin
And the god please kill me right now hits
And you still don’t know whos house this is
In between leftover dry heaves
You try to check out your timepiece
But first gotta turn this hangover off
You dream that it’s just a dream
Until the phone in your pocket starts to scream
Shut it down don’t wanna hear a sound
Heavy is the head that wears that crown now
All we need is because
So come and party with us
Take care of you when you’re passed out
Right there with you in your glasshouse
Hangover ain’t a strong enough word
It don’t describe what just occured
Lookin’ at a phone full of missed calls
Probably all the people that you pissed off
Everything seems so sour
So you force yourself into the shower
Standin’ up brings out the stars
And the whole bathroom smells just like a dive bar
Can’t do it better sit
And let the tub be the catcher’s mitt
Lay down face down
Thank god whoever lives here ain’t around
Now what you need is silence
And you don’t want no one to see you like this
Maybe you don’t recognize it
But this is your home this is where your life lives
All we need is because
So come and party with us
Take care of you when you’re passed out
Right here with you in your glasshouse
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Atmosphere – Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold
