[Intro]
G
[Verse]
G F Em C Am
We used to only do this on the weekends
G F Em C Am
But now it’s almost every single night
G F Em C Am
I hear you down the hallway back there puking
G F Em C Am
I hear your pompous college friends; they’re puking outside.
[Chorus]
Em G C
So, I pull your drawers and fill up your sink
Em G Em G C
Make everything exactly how you hate it all to be
C
Because I’m not trying to hold your hair
Em G C
No, love won’t pass through me
Em G Em G C
Because I’m far too cynical for faith and make believe
C
There’s no such thing as love
C G
We just felt vulnerable without a God
C G
Without a crutch or anything else to lean on
[Instrumental]
C
[Chorus]
Em G C
So, I pull your drawers and fill up your sink
Em G Em G C
Make everything exactly how you hate it all to be
C
Because I’m not trying to hold your hair
Em G C
No, love won’t pass through me
Em G Em G C
Because I’m far too cynical for faith and make believe
C
There’s no such thing as love
C G
We just felt vulnerable without a God
C G
Without a crutch
F G C
There’s nowhere else, nobody else, nothing
