Nausea

You're the easy choice when all else fails
Weighing all my options and you're cheap and for sale
So while I'm getting through to you
Well, better make it count

My empty stomach could care less for food
Monumental choices at my every move
So while I'm getting through to you
Its all easy goin' at the rate I lose

Fuck you I'll never be sorry
I'll save my truth for the weekend
I get loaded, there'll be no stopping
My endless diet traps that manifest, from the week I left behind

So now what's the point of biting down
Hold my tongue and brace myself to stick around
What's the point in tellin' lies
To walk on shells?

Truth is you'll always be around somehow
Because I love you despite every wound
Its love that's so sure, its assumed
As I trace my steps and keep finding
You

Fuck you I'll never be sorry
I'll save my truth for the weekend
I get loaded, there'll be no stopping
My endless diet traps that manifest, from the week I left behind