vomit

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, 'cause 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, 'cause there's no such thing as love, we just felt vulnerable without a god, without a crutch, there's nowhere else, nobody else, nothing