Homebody

I'm beginning my descent down through this seat
 Playing with the loose threads on my knees
 Lining up the two holes straight into my pocket
 Ripping through my last good pair of jeans
 All I've got is hot sauce and these beans
 But I can stomach anything if there's hot sauce on it
 Nothing has really changed
 Our conversations are still the same
 And there's a loose wire in my brain that's shorting out while you're here
 I'm beginning to resent my turn to speak
 Tightening a vice grip on my teeth
 I guess I just won't talk to anybody
 I'm running out of reasons to stay home
 I don't need a reason to stay home
 I've got a clean bed, and an empty wallet
 Nothing has really changed
 Our conversations are all the same
 Whatever loose wire in my brain is shorting out while you're here with me
 The air is thick as shit down here in Georgia
 I know it's Saturday, but I'd rather stay inside
 I gave up on love cause I'm too apathetic
 To feel lost again
 And attach some bullshit meaning to my life
 Nothing has really changed
 Our conversations are still the same
 Whatever loose wire in my brain is shorting out while you're here with me
 While you're here with me
 While you're here with me