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
 'Cause I'm not trying to hold your hair
 No love won't pass through me
 'Cause 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
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 So I pull your drawers and fill up your sink
 Make everything exactly how you hate it all to be
 'Cause I'm not trying to hold your hair
 No love won't pass through me
 'Cause 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