Microwave - Vomit lyrics

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