Still Life by Evan Schafer Lyrics

Hang up the phone, it’s ringing so late
Don’t matter who’s calling tonight
If it’s your art dealer, well you can tell him
That I hated that abstract work of art
Or work of crap, depends on who you talk to

Cut me off the line
I don’t want to hear your voice
Otherwise I’m sitting alone in here
Someone told me your still life turned out crappy

Still life ...
You, me, everyone we used to know
Is gathered here tonight
For your still life

I hang up the phone, you’ve lost all importance to me
Cast another line and maybe you’ll catch a whore
“Someday”’s gone and never returns
And you smell like you could get a burn from the sun
Once bitten, twice shy, third ... who really knows?
All in all I’m sitting alone in here
Someone told me, it’s not funny, but your still life
Turned out like shit