This could be about overexposure to presidential primaries, or about the playlist of your typical “alt-rock” station:

First verse:

Now I’m a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin’ in my ears

Oh it’s nausea, oh nausea
And we’re gone