Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fireflies, artist - ATMOSPHERE.
Date of issue: 19.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fireflies |
It doesn’t matter who you are |
You’re just another superstar |
Everybody gets to shine at the hotel bar |
With the fireflies that fell in the jar |
Ain’t even trying to get free |
Buzzin' around is fine with me |
That’s why I keep one eye on the clock |
The other eye on my drink |
Make it link like a lock, the timing is key |
Got my hands tied up, still climbing this tree |
So can’t none judge what my crisis might be |
Everything will even out when I finally sleep |
Tipsy, dreaming about being a pirate at sea |
Huh, I hear the sirens singing for someone else to listen |
Got me thinking I avoided a bullet |
But a lot of my vision was under blurry conditions |
I watched from the top of a volcano of bullshit |
Which came first, the thirst or the curse? |
Most can’t distinguish which one is worse |
Bartender in a tuxedo shirt with the sleeves rolled up |
'Cause she’s seen enough dirt, whatever |
Look, I don’t know if the ocean is close but |
I’mma keep going til I no longer float |
Aight, so quit trying to micromanage my emotions |
Keep the glass half full or keep the tab open |
Last call for alcohol protocol |
The television that’s attached to the wall |
It show a basketball game with the volume off |
And I don’t know who’s playing but I know I’m not, it goes |
I feel like a firefly |
I chase all the fireflies |
I feel like a firefly |
I chase all the fireflies |
It doesn’t matter what you think, either way it’s all relative |
The buzzing from the neon lights is like a sedative, I follow it |
Into outer space like an Apollo ship |
Coasting off the bottom shelf booze and the klonopin |
I’m lost, wrote my room number on the fob |
Put a dollar in the jukebox, ordered up a shot |
Now everything is frozen, just floating flickering dots |
As we fade into the night without ever giving it thought |
But that’s the idea, we don’t come for the atmosphere |
The food’s shitty, the cable’s blurred but I’m happy here |
We’re all alone but ain’t nobody keeping tabs there |
'Cause misery’s a meal that’s served better with a glass of beer |
Yeah, so fill it up and let me sulk |
Smelling like whiskey and complimentary soap |
It’s the same four bars in every city I go |
Surrounded by fireflies just trying to find their glow |
I feel like a firefly |
I chase all the fireflies |
I feel like a firefly |
I chase all the fireflies |