Nausea

Nausea
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes

Nausea
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes

Nausea
In the backseat of a cab
Or no it was a bus
The horizon was seesawing around us
Saliva
My head shoved in a backpack
Or no that time it was her fleece
Heaving up I wasn't sure she would forgive me

And I don't want it until I do
Then I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I don't want it until I do
But I can't stop it

Nausea
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes

Nausea
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes
Comes and then it goes

Nausea
When I think of the dollars I spend
In pursuit of pleasure
Invested in suffering
With every buck I pay
To satisfy my tastes
How many other bodies and minds
Do I continue to mutilate

And I don't want it until I do
Then I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I don't want it until I do

When I'm doubly freed
Doubly returned
Doubly freed
Doubly returned

Nausea
It's me messed up on transit again
A tentative tapping at my shoulder
I'm dreading letting new love in
Drooling on the couch
Ten fingers
Ten toes
Twenty-eight teeth
One nose
One dick
Kind of arbitrary these bits
Can I opt out or is this it

And I don't want it until I do
Then I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I don't want it until I do

Doubly freed
Doubly returned
When I'm doubly freed
Then I'm doubly returned
Doubly freed
Doubly returned
When I'm doubly freed
Then I'm doubly returned

Sometimes living just makes me sick
But I've got to put up with it



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Sugarman
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