Atmosphere Suicide Girls Lyrics

Suicide Girls Lyrics

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[Voice messages from upset girlfriends]



Hey you fucking asshole



Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car



Sean, I'm so fucking pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and..



Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna fucking talk to you



I don't wanna talk to you anymore



I don't know what your deal's been lately, but I fucked you like 15 times



And you just take and take



and you just fuck everyone over in the end anyways



Okay and number 2, being fucked up



is not an excuse to piss in the goddamn fish tank



I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm sick of you acting like you can just fuckin..



Leave a trail of destruction and shit



everytime I'm around you and I'm fucking tired of it



It's just not cool, my roommates told me



what the fuck you did after you got stupid drunk as usual



I don't ever want you in my fucking house



in my fucking car, anywhere near me



It's fucking 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



Fuck me? Fuck you. Rot in fucking hell



Fuck you, go fuck yourself



You should care, if you give a fuck at all (?) you'll call me



Hear me out, don't come fucking 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 dolls(?) never get lost, pay 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 fuck the votes, I spin towards the clouds



A bullet in your head sits still allowed



I used to pretend that I gave a fuck



Now a do give a fuck, a little too much



Let's see what you got Naomi



Back view from Missouri, show me little homey