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Held in a bong hit, sitting in aHot tub in south Wisconsin. I feelamazing when I'm all aloneswitching between porn and RobocopTurned off my cellphone, drank a bottleof wine and read a Cometbus andPassed out naked, shriveling, stumbledTo bed in a fucked up sleepwalkI got so tired of discussing my futureI've started avoiding the people I loveEvenings 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 futureI've started avoiding the people I loveEvenings of silence and mornings of nauseaShake and sweat and I can't throw up.I got so tired of discussing my futureThat I walk through my life like I'm the only oneWith evenings of silence and mornings of nauseaShake and sweat and I can't throw up.SongtexteCleaned up the empty bottles.Let the smoke out through chilly windows.I used the stationary bikeI watched the end of The Price Is RightOrdered an egg-white sandwich and IDrove south through mid-day traffic and ICalled up some folks I truly love andHung up after they said hello.I got so tired of discussing my futureI've started avoiding the people I loveEvenings of silence and mornings of nauseaShake and sweat and I can't throw up.I got so tired of discussing my futureThat I walk through my life like I'm the only oneWith evenings of silence and mornings of nausea. Aus Songtexte Mania