Nausea

Held in the 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 cell phone

Drank a bottle of wine and read a Cometbus

got stoned naked, trip and stumble

to bed in a fucked up sleep walk

I got so tired of discussing my future

I 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 terry cloth

Translated by technology

From your voice extremely inaccurately

I got so tired of discussing my future

I started avoiding the people I love

Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea

Sweatin’ and shakin’, dont 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

Shakin’, sweatin’, and dont throw up, oh no

Cleaned up the empty bottles

Let the smoke out through chilly windows

I used the stationary bike

I watched the end of Price Is Right

Ordered an egg white sandwich

And I drove south through mid-day traffic

While I called up the folks I truly love

Hung up after they said hello

I got so tired of discussing my future

I started avoiding the people I love

Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea

Shakin’, sweatin’, don’t throw up

I got so tired of discussing my future

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

Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea