nSo I woke up to a glass of orange juice nAfter brushing my teethnI'm not excited for this citrus-after-minty tastenBut I follow throughnI need my nutrientsnThat's bullshit!nI just like the feeling of filling my stomachnAnd biking 'till I crampnIt just feels so good to feel so bad in the morningnWith a sour taste in my mouthnAnd a knot in my stomachnBut it's not in my mindnSo I feel fine--for now I guessnBut when my insides start to swellnThat's when I contemplate complainingnBut then I think...nnI still remember what Tom said to menThat time we were biking up Stop-n-Shop HillnEverything's momentary he saidnI said It's still etched in my headnIt gets you through your seafood job every daynAnd it got me up the hill...nnIf everything's in the presentnThen why does the future hurt so badnMaybe everything's momentarynBut after that's forevernAnd you can't change the pastnLike when I drank orange juice with a toothpaste pastnMaybe the citric acid and basic paste could chemically combinenAnd burn a hole in my voice boxnLeaving my voice useless for the rest of my lifenAnd it's thoughts like that that just plague my mindnn