Nausea from Nausea by Dean Batten

Watching the lights
Watching the birds travel in pairs
You know, I'm just a ghost
A spot on the pavement
A heavenly host
Sent to drive you around
Drive all over town
Slowly skirting the coast

Dodging the cars
"Between the Bars" hangs in the air
You know, I'm just a crutch
Who don't help very much
When you're barely there

Runs in your tights
Slurring your words
Knots in your hair
You know, you opened your door
Won't puke on the floor
And I can't help but stare

Your nausea won't set you free
But I guess it's your reprieve
Life hangs so heavy it hurts you to breathe
So you smile and have another
Blind drunk and asleep

• Americana
• Folk
• Folk Rock
• Singer-Songwriter
• Songwriter Rock
• Daytona Beach