Leather Daddy - Microwave

If you don’t want to talk, then just don’t talk

I’m fine with us just sitting in silence

If you want me to go then just say so

You can drop me off somewhere I don’t know… I don’t, I don’t have anywhere to

go

I’ve got nowhere to go

I’ve got nowhere to go

I found you passed out in your doorway

A few more seconds and you might have made it to your bed

We used to be the fireball whiskey weekend warriors

But now, it’s Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…

I don’t know if we’ll ever be sober again

I have a pile of regrets

I tear it down

Build it up, tear it down

Build it up, tear it

Dismembered climbing up your window

A few more hours down at grady and we’ll be back peeing off the porch

I’ve only got a couple limbs though

I’m pulling straws.

I can’t even… I don’t, I don’t have anywhere to go

A pile of regrets

Two fifths of cheap shit

Three years of free rent

Tight jeans, and loose men

If you don’t want to talk then just don’t talk

I’m fine with us just sitting in silence

If you want me to go then just say so