Scratchy, Sour, Uncomfortable, Acceptable

So I woke up to a glass of orange juice
After brushing my teeth
I'm not excited for this citrus-after-minty taste
But I follow through
I need my nutrients
That's bullshit!
I just like the feeling of filling my stomach
And biking 'till I cramp
It just feels so good to feel so bad in the morning
With a sour taste in my mouth
And a knot in my stomach
But it's not in my mind
So I feel fine--for now I guess
But when my insides start to swell
That's when I contemplate complaining
But then I think...

I still remember what Tom said to me
That time we were biking up Stop-n-Shop Hill
"Everything's momentary" he said
I said "It's still etched in my head
It gets you through your seafood job every day
And it got me up the hill..."

If everything's in the present
Then why does the future hurt so bad
Maybe everything's momentary
But after that's forever
And you can't change the past
Like when I drank orange juice with a toothpaste past
Maybe the citric acid and basic paste could chemically combine
And burn a hole in my voice box
Leaving my voice useless for the rest of my life
And it's thoughts like that that just plague my mind