Clay by Evan Schafer Lyrics

Ice covers every surface
Blame the iceman, he works the weather in the skies
Decides if it’s cold or hot
In a clay hole, I pretend to dream a lot

I live in New Jersey
A nuclear family
Dusty around the edges
From being stored in the attic

All those years, all those years
All those lonely years
All those lonely forgetful years

Blood covers every surface
Blame the devil, he works the cuts like a master
Decides if it’s messy or neat
In this clay hole, I pretend to exist a lot

All those years, all those lonely years
I’m fucked up and alone tonight
Please give me words to swallow
So I don’t starve