Stripper Kroger: Cheshire Bridge Confessionals

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Two a.m. on Cheshire Bridge.
The neon bleeds red through the glass.
In here, the light is white and hard...
makes the glitter on your cheekbone look like a fresh tear.
Your heels make a sound on the linoleum.
That one squeaky wheel on your cart...
a tired metronome.
You're counting out singles for a bottle of cheap rosé.
And a pack of makeup wipes.
The good kind.

[Chorus]
This is the confession.
Under the buzzing, unforgiving lights.
No stage, no velvet rope, just the hum of the freezers.
Stripper Kroger knows your real name.
The things you buy when the music is over.
The quiet you came for.

[Verse 2]
He's in the frozen aisle.
Staring at the Tombstone pizzas like he's choosing a fate.
I see the club stamp on the back of his hand, faded and blue under the glow.
He catches my eye over the glass door.
A little nod.
We're all just ghosts in aisle seven.
Pushing our carts, carrying our hunger.
Red Bull and a bag of frozen peas for the bruise that's coming tomorrow.

[Chorus]
This is the confession.
Under the buzzing, unforgiving lights.
No stage, no velvet rope, just the hum of the freezers.
Stripper Kroger knows your real name.
The things you buy when the music is over.
The quiet you came for.

[Bridge]
The air smells like floor wax and somebody's last cigarette.
Every price tag is a small, loud fact.
We're all just trying to get to morning.
Just trying to fill the empty space in the fridge.
The cold from the dairy case on my arm...
it feels honest.

[Outro]
Checkout line six.
The lonely beep of the scanner.
A tired, 'Have a good night.'
The automatic doors slide shut.
And you're back in the warm, heavy hum of Cheshire Bridge.
Back in the dark.