another day chock full of choices of things to hate
another forehead, cobwebby, dull, throbbing, almost pain
another obstrusive reminder of things i hoped were long gone
another obstrusive reminder of things i hoped were long gone!
gone and forgotten,
my stomach feels rotten
my shoes are all soaked
and my socks are all cotton
my insides are black from the smoking and pain
and every damn song is fucking the same
this same goddamn train
glides soft through the rain
and i sit and dizzily wait! |