Pour Me Another (another Poor Me) Lyrics - You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having - Atmosphere

And 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 while 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 that know that they drink too much 

And hold your own glass up to the heavens 

Take a little time and try to count the seconds 

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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 

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 

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 

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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 

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 

Live life tipsy, stiff if it don't fit right with me 

Kiss me whiskey, lift to 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" (yea, pour me another homie) 

I can count the days 'til 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 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 

They bartender knows me by my real name 

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