Ask Me Then Ignore Me: The anthem for anyone who’s ever given a TED Talk to a brick wall. 🟦🟧
The anthem for anyone who’s ever given a TED Talk to a brick wall. 🟦🟧
Ever feel like your relationship is just a series of questions you aren't allowed to answer?
"Ask Me Then Ignore Me" is a driving, fuzz-drenched 90s Alt-Rock anthem for the exhausted partner in all of us. Channeling the deadpan wit of Cake and the crunch of Weezer, this track tells the story of a Tuesday night gone wrong—featuring a heavy Pocky, a competitive game of Boggle, and advice that goes strictly unheard.
Driven by a relentless bassline and exploding into a distorted "quiet-loud" chorus, the song navigates the hilariously painful gap between asking for help and actually wanting it. It’s a track about love, indifference, and the specific rage of watching someone find six-letter words on their phone while you pour your heart out.
Stick around for the "Chainsaw Symphony" finale—because sometimes the only response to a snore that loud is a wall of feedback.
File under: Songs that get played at 2 a.m. when the group chat turns into group therapy.
Listen loud. Bring your own earplugs.
Written & Produced by Russell Nomer.
Ask Me Then Ignore Me
ASCAP Work ID#933591743 ISRC#QT5AM2591743
Copyright Russell Nomer December 12, 2025 All rights reserved
The deadbolt slides, it’s a quarter to six. She drops that Pocky like a pile of bricks
Kicks off the heels, lets out the groan. Checking the war stats on her phone
She says, “You won’t believe the hell I paid. Ashley’s diggin’ me an early grave”
She wears a trench in the Persian rug. The nightly sermon has officially begun
She turns to the game, it's a sad routine. Crushing the candy on a glowing screen
While other stressed women just flick the bean. She grabs my wrist, creates a scene
She says, “Baby, I’m broken, I’m losin’ my mind. I need your wisdom, I’m flyin’ blind”
So I open my mouth, I start to preach. But she’s already drifted out of reach
I throw the rope, she won’t grab the line. She wants the rescue but she loves the crime
She begs for the truth then burns it in scorn. It’s the ask… then the ignore
Yeah, it’s the ask… then the ignore
I say, “Use your vocabulary, stand your ground” She’s nodding her head, looking straight down...
She’s finding six-letter words in a Boggle fight. Yeah, she's focused on words—just not mine tonight
I wrap it up neat: “That’s my advice, dear.” She looks up and says, “Did you run out of beer?”
Then asks if the hallway is painted too bright. Like I haven’t been talkin’ with all of my might
So I open my mouth, I start to preach. But she’s already drifted out of reach
I throw the rope, she won’t grab the line. She wants the rescue but she loves the crime
She begs for the map then burns it in scorn. It’s the ask… then the ignore
Lord, it’s the ask… then the ignore
Lights go out, I slide in the sheets. Thinking maybe the bitter turns into the sweet
I reach for a shoulder, I try to get close. But I’m sleeping next to a beautiful ghost
“Not tonight, honey, my stress is too deep” Leaves me alone with the secrets I keep
Thirty seconds later, the truce is torn. By a sound that could wake up the neighbors unborn!
She steals the quilt, rolls to the edge. I’m hanging off of a mattress ledge
Romance is dead, the advice went bust. I’m sleeping with a chainsaw covered in rust
Yeah, ask me then ignore me. Love me then deplore me
Finish me off with a chainsaw symphony
I told her she needs a sleep study...
She asked if they validate parking.
(Heavy sigh)
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