Divorce - Alex Cameron

Well, in the age of conversation

I guess I got the gift of gab

But when you shine your spotlight on me

My little microphone turns to sand

And I’ve killed little baby rabbits

I’ve killed microscopic crabs

But I never killed a feeling

Like the one you and me had

Now, did you see where my love went?

Because it ain’t here in my hand

You need to check there, darling, between your legs

I couldn’t bear another needy man

I got friends in Kansas City with a motherfucking futon couch

If that’s how you want to play it

I’m drinking in the dark because my battery’s all ran out

All you got to do is say it

Divorce

I could leave your ovulation

To meet Elon and his clan

With his batteries full of sunlight

And his cars that run on sand

And I’ll go weak with constipation

From all the pills and the spam

Though we drink our Mother Energy

There ain’t no women for the needy man

Or did you see where my love went?

Because it ain’t here in my hand

You need to check there, darling, between your legs

I couldn’t bear another needy man

I got friends in Kansas City with a motherfucking futon couch

If that’s how you want to play it

I’m drinking in the dark because my battery’s all ran out

All you got to do is say it

Divorce, divorce, divorce

All you got to do is say it

Divorce, divorce, divorce

All you got to do is say it