The Lawrence Arms Lyrics
"Minute"

Another day chock full of choices
Of things to hate

Another forehead, cobwebby, dull,
Throbbing, almost pain

Another obtrusive reminder of things
That I hoped were long gone
Another obtrusive 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