Nausea - Jeff Rosenstock

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 cell phone, 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 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

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, oh no!

Cleaned up the empty bottles, let the

Smoke out through chilly windows

I used the stationary bike

And 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 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