Текст песни 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