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 pass through me

Because I'm far too cynical for faith and make believe

'Coz 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 pass through me

Because I'm far too cynical for faith and make believe

'Coz there's no such thing as love

We just felt vulnerable without a God

Without a crutch

There's nowhere else, nobody else, nothing

• Artist:Microwave (US)
• Album:Stovall (2014)