Homebody - Microwave

I’m beginning my descent down through these sheets

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