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Much Love

by Microwave

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1.
Roaches 02:44
Eaters of the crumbs, keepers of the closet slums; we sprayed for them to go away, but they’re not hurting anybody’s feelings. They just stalk and feed off of the things we dropped. We sprayed for them to go away, but the little roaches always stay. The little roaches are okay. They’re not hurting anybody.
2.
Lighterless 04:06
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.
3.
Dull 03:28
I am the voice inside your head that crawled back up into your bed. Somehow I made off with your key and now I come when I please and go when I want to go. You are the only thing I like. And you’ve been with me all the time so while you’re somewhere out with your friends, I’m back here blowing up your cell phone. I’ve been practicing my lines and you’ve been waiting up all night for me to call you. It makes me sick inside to be calling you up this late at night, but that’s what I do. You’ve been awaiting my return and I’ve been equally concerned. Sleeping in the back of the van so I can sober up and call you up again. I’ve been practicing my lines and you’ve been waiting up all night for me to call you. It makes me sick inside to be calling you up this late at night but that’s what I do. ‘Cause there’s only one thing on my mind when I hit you up this late at night. If falling in love is the best high, I’ve passed the best times of my life. Now the silence is cold and every time we talk it’s dull and awkward.
4.
Neighbors 02:47
I forgot my stupid wallet in the car and we have walked like seven miles away from where we parked the car cause we wanted food, but we were too high to drive. It was a lot farther than I realized. I am just a crooked joke with a stale punch line that some old friends quote, the neighbor that you try to ignore, but you wave to so you won’t feel like an asshole. So, I wrote you a new song and it goes like this: “I cannot walk all the way back to where we parked. I will not walk all the way back to where we parked.” So, I’ll be on the centerfold as the poster child of all the biggest tools with a caption about being broke and disappointing everyone I know. ‘Cause I’m too resigned. All my friends think I’m a douche now and they’re probably right. But, “This is the life,” Tito says inside your pool with his arms stretched out across the side. I am just a crooked joke with a stale punch line that some old friends quote. The neighbor that you try to ignore, but you have to wave because I’m waving from my porch.
5.
Busy 03:18
Another awkward silence is starting up. God, I hope you’ll leave here soon. Another stupid question just to say it cause I hate silence as much as you do. Another one-word answer just to answer, you might as well have just not answered. I’ll find new ends to replace the loose ones cause cutting ties is easier than learning knots to tie them up and fix all of the stupid shit I never should have said. ‘Cause I know I can’t keep calling just to clear my head, it’s pathetic, forget it I’m fine. I got a brand new spot for me to leave my clothes at, where I can be with my thoughts and otherwise alone at because it all means nothing, all of the words we speak. You’re really not as busy as you pretend to be.
6.
Drown 03:00
You’re scared to death. I can smell it in your sweat. So you can blow it off and act like you were strong, but I see you every night up in your bedroom alone. I miss those petty lies and the hopelessness you try so hard to disguise. I miss the way you always bitch. It’s weird. But, things just haven’t been the same way around here. In case you forgot, we’re all that each other’s got. So forget the articles in all your shallow magazines that say the best thing for you looks like anyone but me. I love to watch you drowning in the wake. I love the way your arms start flailing. I love to hear you calling out my name through the cracks in your taped-up windows. I love that something’s finally happening. I love to watch you drowning in the wake. I love the way your arms start trembling. I love the way you’re stalling me by calling my name. I hate to be around you. I hope that you’ll stay.
7.
Vomit 02:56
We used to only do this on the weekends. But now it’s almost every single night. I hear you down the hallway back there puking. I hear your pompous college friends; they’re puking outside. So, I pull your drawers and fill up your sink, make everything exactly how you hate it all to be (because I’m not trying to hold your hair). No, love won’t pass through me because I’m far too cynical for faith and make believe. There’s no such thing as love. We just felt vulnerable without a God, without a crutch or anything else to lean on. There’s nowhere else, nobody else, nothing.
8.
Whimper 04:29
I caught you coming home from work in your faded little collared shirt and now I’m itching to remove it. Ignore the whimpers of your roommate’s dog. I’m keeping with it until your shirt comes off. And we’ll be those crude humans with all those bruises and half of our clothes still on to keep us uncomfortable. And we’ll sleep when we’re tired of moving, our arms and our legs entwined pretending that you are all mine. You caught me at a record low and got under my weak skin. I wonder if he really knows the kind of shit you get to screaming. I wonder if he’s really clean. I wonder what he’d think of me if he knew what we’re doing with all those bruises and half of our clothes still on to keep us uncomfortable, could see us sleep when we’re tired of moving, our arms and our legs entwined pretending that you are all mine. But, I’m not yours. No, that’s not right. I’m just a novelty you’re toying with to complicate your life. We’re not even friends. I’m just the means to an end. Still, I’d give all my self-respect up to be with you again.
9.
Homebody 03:22
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.
10.
Wrong 04:13
Did you soil the sheets where your conscience sleeps? There’s a half-gallon of bleach beneath the kitchen pipes. Let’s keep this brief, I was about to leave and I didn’t really want you to come by. You can call it healing, but I just stopped from feeling the parts of you I knew would never feel right. And you don’t need healing, if you never really cared. I still don’t care, it’s whatever, you were right. I’ve got faith in failure I was bound to get what I expected. I gave it up upfront to keep my pride. And I’ve been slowly inching up my back to this brick wall because I know it’s not thick enough to keep you behind. If it was a movie, they would get the ending right and cleverly leave out all of the rest of our lives. It would zoom out: chain smoking blunts up in our house with junk food in our mouths, the kind of sleepless dreams that mark our evenings. Maybe I just missed it, I’ve been doing this forever and still everywhere I go is somewhere I don’t belong. But, maybe that’s just how it is that moving on means blending in and maybe now it’s fair to say that I had it all wrong. Yeah, I was wrong about everything.

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released September 30, 2016

Produced by: Travis Hill and Nathan Hardy
Engineered and Mixed by: Travis Hill
Mastered by: John Naclerio

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