Specificity - ATMOSPHERE

And you should try to see us live before you’re dead

You need this like you need another hole in your head

Listen, this is how you open the set

And when I’m done I leave it smoking, it must be broken

It belongs at that island of trash out in the ocean

Tell me how you doin', how you copin'?

(Specificity)

Shit

Your paintbrush might have made the stars in space

But they ain’t got nothing on my partner’s face

I had to read it, study it, learn what I was up against

Burn the older testaments of what we used to struggle with

You complain but you’re still in the soaking rain

Hoping that she’ll come and open up the drain

The years go by you grow that grain

Until you try to find a bowling lane where somebody knows your name

I wish it was as simple as a sitcom, from the eighties

I wanna crack jokes and raise babies

With a laugh track and «aww» for shit that the kids do

«Oohs» and whistles every time that I kiss you

Girl, I wanna call the front desk and tell them everything’s messed up

The whole world’s messed up

But then I remember I’ve got a home I can go to

Come here, let me hold you

I wanna show you what I’ve got in my mind

But I’m afraid of what you might not find

I guess I’m paranoid that it ain’t worth your time

(Specificity)

Ooh, I don’t know what the hell to do

But if I’m welcome to tell the truth

I guess I wanna put a spell on you

(Specificity)

Shit