[Verse 1]
Nausea
squeezing the dishcloth
in my guts

I fold at the sink
like wet paper
like bad luck

The room won’t sit still
the floor keeps tilting
under my feet

I bite down hard
on a breath
that won’t come clean

[Pre-Chorus]
Something’s twisting
something’s wrong
I keep holding on

Hands go pale
knuckles white
while the day drags on

[Chorus]
Nausea in my gut
nausea in my gut
Nausea in my gut
won’t let me up

Squeeze that cloth
squeeze that cloth
right through my skin
I’m bent in half
but I’m still in it

[Verse 2]
Cold tap water
runs like a threat
down the basin wall

I stare at the bubbles
and they look
too much like fall

Every little smell
hits like a fist
to the back of my throat

I keep saying “fine”
to the mirror
like it’s a joke

[Pre-Chorus]
Something’s twisting
something’s wrong
I keep holding on

Hands go pale
knuckles white
while the day drags on

[Chorus]
Nausea in my gut
nausea in my gut
Nausea in my gut
won’t let me up

Squeeze that cloth
squeeze that cloth
right through my skin
I’m bent in half
but I’m still in it

[Bridge]
If I can make it
to the next breath
I can make it through

Let the wave hit
let it pass
let the moment move

[Final Chorus]
Nausea in my gut
nausea in my gut
Nausea in my gut
won’t let me up

Squeeze that cloth
squeeze that cloth
right through my skin
I’m bent in half
but I’m still in it