Lighterless Songtext
von Microwave
Lighterless Songtext
If I can get this hanger through the window of my car,
I′ll never leave my house again
For anything I swear.
Pacing in the driveway,
I'm the nemesis of fun
With soggy hot dog buns
From spilling warm beer in my trunk.
Throwing down my jacket as I walk inside
I send a cloudy CD case flying off the side
Of a dresser from Ikea that I can′t get right
God, I swear it's missing pieces I could choke someone
I guess you can come over
If you're really dry
But I′m not really trying to go out tonight
I′ve had a really shitty day,
I'd rather take some time
To just pound zinfandel by myself and unwind.
Remind me of the last time
That we hung out, was it sick?"
I don′t remember anything, not a glimpse of it)
And I would rather re-up
Than hear about your kids,
But I hope that y'all are doing
Just as great as I expect you′re doing.
'P′ got me some gifts because she's super tight.
I'm lighterless relying on the stove for a light,
But I don′t really care these are my favorite nights
When I can sit on my ass and respond to no one
I guess you can come over if you′re really dry,
But I'm not really trying to go out tonight.
No, with my clammy fingers grabbing every crumb that I find
I could sit around here for the rest of my life
If I can get this hanger through the window of my car,
I′ll never leave my house again
For anything I swear.
Pacing in the driveway,
I'm the nemesis of fun
With soggy hot dog buns
From spilling warm beer in my trunk.
I′ll never leave my house again
For anything I swear.
Pacing in the driveway,
I'm the nemesis of fun
With soggy hot dog buns
From spilling warm beer in my trunk.
Throwing down my jacket as I walk inside
I send a cloudy CD case flying off the side
Of a dresser from Ikea that I can′t get right
God, I swear it's missing pieces I could choke someone
I guess you can come over
If you're really dry
But I′m not really trying to go out tonight
I′ve had a really shitty day,
I'd rather take some time
To just pound zinfandel by myself and unwind.
Remind me of the last time
That we hung out, was it sick?"
I don′t remember anything, not a glimpse of it)
And I would rather re-up
Than hear about your kids,
But I hope that y'all are doing
Just as great as I expect you′re doing.
'P′ got me some gifts because she's super tight.
I'm lighterless relying on the stove for a light,
But I don′t really care these are my favorite nights
When I can sit on my ass and respond to no one
I guess you can come over if you′re really dry,
But I'm not really trying to go out tonight.
No, with my clammy fingers grabbing every crumb that I find
I could sit around here for the rest of my life
If I can get this hanger through the window of my car,
I′ll never leave my house again
For anything I swear.
Pacing in the driveway,
I'm the nemesis of fun
With soggy hot dog buns
From spilling warm beer in my trunk.
Writer(s): Richard Hardy, Tyler Brandon Hill, Timothy Pittard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com