Atmosphere - The Pill lyrics

[Intro:]

The pill. Fuck it. Swallow it.

I stopped reading the paper, quit watchin' the news

Don't answer the phone and I'm not payin' the dues

I pace my steps to match the speed of my breathing

Place my bets and keep my feet upon the ceiling

Waiting for the stop sign to turn green

I ain't got time to learn the hardway

I gave candy to the babies, kisses to the ladies

And charisma to the kids playin' down at the arcade

Par-ty

In my think straight type advice

Bake the cake and sink your face into the frosting

Take a break from all the aches and strifes

This pain is just another stain on the box springs

Sometimes I sit outside and watch the people walk by

And try to understand why they don't fly

And other days I lock myself up in my room

And let the four corners close in until I'm consumed

There ain't a whole lot of continuity

And all I want is what I already gave up

I give advice that I don't follow

Cause it's twice as hard to swallow

When you know precisely what the pill is made of

Take the pill. Swallow it.

Thanks to Tony for correcting these lyrics