Pour Me Another - ATMOSPHERE

Nah, nah, nah, I lost my ID

I don’t have it

Come on man, I come here everyday, man

You know me man

Come on man, you know me man

All she wanted was a little bit of solid

Feels like love, it doesn’t matter what you call it

Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish

Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me)

Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around

Thankin' mommy’s god that it’s a cop’s town

Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy

Swervin' through the galaxy, searchin' for a family

Happily surrounded by planets and stars

She was stuck uptown, you was landin' on mars

It’s all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar

Another small step back for that man at the bar (hey bartender)

Spill a little bit of blood on the street

For love that goes to those who know they drink too much

And hold your own glass up to the heavens

Take a little time and try to count the seconds

It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now

Pour me another, so I could come let you down

Pour me another, so I can remember how

True that I am to this addiction of you now

Pour me another, so I could forget you now

Pour me another, so I could come let you down

Pour me another, so I can remember how

True that I am to this addiction of you

Drink it all away, numb it down to none

Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun

You say you hate your life, you ain’t the only one

Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run

One double, for the hunger and the struggle

Two for the fool tryin' to pull apart the puzzle

Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttal

By the fourth shot, I’m just another child in a bubble

Tryin' to play with the passion and the placement

Just to see what these people let him get away with

Still tryin' to climb a mountain for you

Hammer in my hand, still poundin' on a screw

She don’t listen so he don’t speak no more

Nobody’s winning cause neither is keeping score

Don’t wanna think no more, just let me drink some more

Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor

Pour me another, so I could forget you now

Pour me another, so I could come let you down

Pour me another, so I can remember how

True that I am to this addiction of you now

Pour me another, so I could forget you now

Pour me another, so I could come let you down

Pour me another, so I can remember how

True that I am to this addiction of you

Live life tipsy, Stiff if it don’t fit right with me

Kiss my whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel

Swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table

Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall

Countdown to the last call

Ask all these people that make sounds

«How long does it take for the pace to break down?»

Another lonely little trophy

If only I could walk a straight line, I’d make it home free

And everybody in this bar thinks they know me

And my story like «poor me» («Yeah, pour me another, homie!»)

I can count the days till you come back

Or I can follow them sun-rays down to the train tracks

I can stumble drunk over hope and love

Or I could just keep drinkin' until I sober up (hey waitress)

Pour me another, so I could forget you now

Pour me another, so I could come let you down

Pour me another, so I can remember how

True that I am to this addiction of you now

Pour me another, so I could forget you now

Pour me another, so I could come let you down

Pour me another, so I can remember how

True that I am to this addiction of you

Bottles and pints, and shots and cans

Couches and floors, and drunk best friends

Models and whores, and tattooed hands

Cities and secrets and cats and vans

Good times, laughter, bad decisions

Strippers and actors, and average musicians

Mornings after and walks of shame

The bartender knows me by my real name

Sing it