another day    chock full of choices    of things to hate   another forehead   cobwebby, dull, throbbing   almost pain   another obstrusive reminder of things    that i hoped were long gone   another obstrusive reminder of things    that 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