Nausea

Held in a bong hit, sitting in a

Hot tub in south wisconsin

I feel amazing when I’m all alone

Switching between porn and robocop

Turned off my cellphone, drank a bottle

Of wine and read a cometbus and

Passed out naked, shriveling, stumbled

To bed in a fucked up sleepwalk

I got so tired of discussing my future

I’ve started avoiding the people I love

Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea

I read the worst thing ever

In a bathrobe of off-white terricloth,

Translated by technology

From your voice extremely inaccurately

I got so tired of discussing my future

I’ve started avoiding the people I love

Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea

Shake and sweat and I can’t throw up

I got so tired of discussing my future

That I walk through my life like I’m the only one

With evenings of silence and mornings of nausea

Shake and sweat and I can’t throw up

Cleaned up the empty bottles

Let the smoke out through chilly windows

I used the stationary bike

I watched the end of the price is right

Ordered an egg-white sandwich and I

Drove south through mid-day traffic and I

Called up some folks I truly love and

Hung up after they said hello

I got so tired of discussing my future

I’ve started avoiding the people I love

Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea

Shake and sweat and I can’t throw up

I got so tired of discussing my future

That I walk through my life like I’m the only one

With evenings of silence and mornings of nausea