Utilitarian Uses of Love - Busdriver, ZAVALA

By chance are you free

Here’s my room key and splayed limbs

When I do me I play to win — Yeah (Promptly after we meet…)

You’ll need to go drink absinthe

Under trees that grow leaves of absence (I left your ass alone)

While nursing hearts like leaking gaskets

This freedom it tastes funny

I am a case study

Dealing with utilitarian uses of love

To the ladies I’ll be vague

Because I’m stretching my seed banks

Dipping my toe in the sleaziest cesspools above

My stage persona can be nude

Because the following day, it’s renewed

And my subconscious is seafood — Yeah

When you invite me, I cross over

You’ll smell burning and a waft sulfur

You’ve crashed along the soft shoulder

(We've got time)

(We've got time)

Value sets and other moral imperatives

Don’t have a place

And frankly we don’t give a fuck about them

— You do — I don’t

— You do — I don’t

— Yes, you do — No, I don’t

— You do — No, I don’t

We don’t give a fuck about them

We don’t give a fuck about them

We don’t give a fuck about them

(… of love)

The sex drive stupefies

Makes you feel like you’re in Junior High

My impulses go unsupervised — Yeah

I prowl on foot and spin a yarn

When the crowd looks like wind farms

My defense mechanism’s been disarmed

Yeah — This freedom it tastes funny

I am a case study

Dealing with utilitarian uses of love

Yeah — This freedom it tastes funny

I am a case study

Dealing with utilitarian uses of love

(Love)