Dry Car by Evan Schafer Lyrics

You confuse me
As the lanes do in the grocery store
Too many flavors of ice cream
And I don’t know which
To fucking buy

There’s godawful machinery
And clicking of the cans
Down the aisle where the sluts
And whores do their
Chores and
Make up stutter cuts

It’s a vanishing world
Among acetone
The witching hour blasts, courteous
Out louder than some sour —
Trading back, Reykjavík
Unaligned

Relations in a trench
That nobody likes to admit
I’ve watched the losing powers falling
Striking down inferior dolls
Turning out voodoo
You confuse them
As the cheating husband cries
And takes the sinner to the mall
Earth is melting, who knows — go under the stall
You’ll be surprised what you find