Lyrics Homebody - Microwave

I'm beginning my descent down through this seat
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