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