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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Microwave
Microwave
Performer
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Lead Vocals
Timothy Pittard
Timothy Pittard
Drums
Tyler Hill
Tyler Hill
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Producer
Travis Hill
Travis Hill
Producer

Lyrics

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 sliding 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 It's been 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? 'Cause 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 juust 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
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