We used to only do this on the weekends
But now it's almost every single night
I hear you down the hallway back there puking
I hear your pompous college friends; they're puking outside. So, I pull your drawers and fill up your sink
Make everything exactly how you hate it all to be
Because I'm not trying to hold your hair
No, love won't pa** through me
Because I'm far too cynical for faith and make believe
There's 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 I'm not trying to hold your hair
No, love won't pa** through me
Because I'm far too cynical for faith and make believe
There's no such thing as love
We just felt vulnerable without a God
Without a crutch
There's nowhere else, nobody else, nothing