Atmosphere

It's Friday, what could go wrong?

A couple drinks and now we're in emotion

I feel the devil winds blowing so warm

You piss me off so I just

Turn my phone off

I drink a little too much too much

You know I'm cutting down since you asked

You smoke a little too much and lose touch

I know you're cutting down as soon as school starts

Yeah, I know, things were getting heavy

Like bazooka

Things were getting heavy but we got through it

I've been going crazy many manoeuvres

There's no separation

This is our future

And I aim for the stars

And hit the tree tops

But you're not the one I want like

It's the Grease song

And I've been gaining insight now

I see more

I could be better than I been for ya,

Than I been for ya

I'm to blame for this atmosphere

I'm to blame for the hurt and tears

I'm sorry you know I'm here

I'm sorry I'd no idea

It's Friday, what could go wrong?

A couple drinks now we're in emotion

We've had some problems, baby

Life goes on

You either stick together or you float on

I play my songs in a rum soaked bar

Your friends tell you that I ain't no star

I can't turn around I've come so far

Don't let the lonely feelings undo us

While you go to a party on a train and a bus and you won't reply

It puts an ache in my heart

We're a first edition no replacin' these parts

You were never on hold

I was straight from the start

But I been holding you to silly standard

You don't wanna leave me here abandoned

I know it hasn't gone the way we planned it and I'm the first to admit it

Do you still believe that anything can happen?

Going round in circles like the rings of Saturn

Do you still believe

Don't wanna see a pattern

Going round in circles like the rings of Saturn, and I know, know