Minute 
Lawrence Arms

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 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 .......

© 2002 AmethystLyrics.com

Lawrence Arms Lyrics - Minute Lyrics
Lawrence Arms Song Lyrics - Minute Song Lyrics
Lawrence Arms - Minute