Microwave Vomit

We used to only do this on the weekends But now its almost every single night I hear you down the hallway back there puking I hear your pompous college friends; theyre puking outside So, I pull your drawers and fill up your sink Make everything exactly how you hate it all to be Because Im not trying to hold your hair No, love wont pass through me Because Im far too cynical for faith and make believe Cause theres no such thing as love We just felt vulnerable without a God Without a crutch or anything else to lean on So, I pull your drawers and fill up your sink Make everything exactly how you hate it all to be Because Im not trying to hold your hair No, love wont pass through me Because Im far too cynical for faith and make believe Cause theres no such thing as love We just felt vulnerable without a God Without a crutch Theres nowhere else, nobody else, nothing