Karaoké Nausea Jeff Rosenstock

Held in a bong hit

Sittin' in a hot tub in south Wisconsin

I feel

Amazin' when I'm all alone

Switchin' between porn and Robocop

Turned off my cellphone

Drank a bottle of wine and read a Comet bus and

Passed out naked shrivelin', stumbled to bed in a fucked up sleepwalk

I got so tired of discussin' my future

I've started avoidin' 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 discussin' my future

I've started avoidin' 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 discussin' 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 midday traffic and I

Called up some folks I truly love and hung up after they said Hello

I got so tired of discussin' my future

I've started avoidin' 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 discussin' my future that I walk through my life like I'm the only one

With evenings of silence and mornings of nausea