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 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 'Cause I'm not trying to hold your hair No love won't pass through me 'Cause I'm far to cynical for faith and make believe There's no such thing as love We just felt vulnerable Without a god Without a crutch With nowhere else Nobody else Nothing