| Song | Camera Thief |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Southsiders |
| Camera thief | |
| Take pictures | |
| Run like the parallel stitches | |
| Attach my feet to the path I beat | |
| Teach myself to keep the answers brief | |
| Gnash my teeth like the last to feast | |
| Imagine me on that abandoned beach | |
| Sand and sea as if the jazz was free | |
| I’m Ice cream mixed with gasoline | |
| Direct attention to the craftsmanship | |
| Like initials carved in the concrete | |
| I still kick it with angels | |
| The starlight shines through the glass | |
| But you feel safe underneath that mask | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Ferris Wheel, give rides | |
| These scars healed in time to get high | |
| Lock the doors and hide the keys | |
| Lets go describe how to climb a tree | |
| Don’t sign the lease just cop a corner | |
| For you to curl up and try to sleep | |
| Those cheap police won't find my wings I keep my dreams inside my dreams | |
| And If I had a time machine | |
| I’d probably use it like a vacuum and try to clean | |
| It kind a seems, quite more than a handful of these regrets have been circumstantial | |
| Now give me all the cash out the drawer | |
| Touch that mustache down on the floor | |
| And I’ll be in court holding a pitchfork | |
| Before I let the contest outlast the sport | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Pocket watch, impatient | |
| Find a mate then make the migration | |
| And keep it moving like a rumor | |
| I don’t need to defend my defensiveness | |
| I keep to myself, my family, and friendships | |
| I’ve got enough people I could disappoint | |
| If you disagree I think you missed the point | |
| Now go ahead and grab a chair | |
| Let me tell you about the last few years | |
| Pulled out a sack of Samson’s hair | |
| And put it on the dash like a dancin’ bear | |
| I wrote you a horoscope | |
| It won't fit on this post-it note | |
| But if I had to sum it up into a shorter quote | |
| It goes fuck it, you might as well row that boat |
| Camera thief | |
| Take pictures | |
| Run like the parallel stitches | |
| Attach my feet to the path I beat | |
| Teach myself to keep the answers brief | |
| Gnash my teeth like the last to feast | |
| Imagine me on that abandoned beach | |
| Sand and sea as if the jazz was free | |
| I' m Ice cream mixed with gasoline | |
| Direct attention to the craftsmanship | |
| Like initials carved in the concrete | |
| I still kick it with angels | |
| The starlight shines through the glass | |
| But you feel safe underneath that mask | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Ferris Wheel, give rides | |
| These scars healed in time to get high | |
| Lock the doors and hide the keys | |
| Lets go describe how to climb a tree | |
| Don' t sign the lease just cop a corner | |
| For you to curl up and try to sleep | |
| Those cheap police won' t find my wings I keep my dreams inside my dreams | |
| And If I had a time machine | |
| I' d probably use it like a vacuum and try to clean | |
| It kind a seems, quite more than a handful of these regrets have been circumstantial | |
| Now give me all the cash out the drawer | |
| Touch that mustache down on the floor | |
| And I' ll be in court holding a pitchfork | |
| Before I let the contest outlast the sport | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Pocket watch, impatient | |
| Find a mate then make the migration | |
| And keep it moving like a rumor | |
| I don' t need to defend my defensiveness | |
| I keep to myself, my family, and friendships | |
| I' ve got enough people I could disappoint | |
| If you disagree I think you missed the point | |
| Now go ahead and grab a chair | |
| Let me tell you about the last few years | |
| Pulled out a sack of Samson' s hair | |
| And put it on the dash like a dancin' bear | |
| I wrote you a horoscope | |
| It won' t fit on this postit note | |
| But if I had to sum it up into a shorter quote | |
| It goes fuck it, you might as well row that boat |