Homebody from Much Love by 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.

• Rock
• indie
• post-hardcore
• soul
• Atlanta