in my mind there are
   sixteen sounds of old trains
      running lengthwise round the corridor
         i can't remember anything anymore but 
            that is hardly new
         underneath i 
      don't always know what is happening to anyone
   sixteen sounds of old trains
i think all my friends are sick of me
   forgetting, conceding, laughing 
      some things are easier than others
         labcoat abominations won't let me asleep
            i don't entirely know anymore
sixteen sounds of old trains
   in my mind there are
      electric malfeasance if you
         know what i don't mean, alright?
sixteen sounds of old trains
   standing in front of ten
      waiting, waiting, watching, waiting
   i was a liar once
rook to e4, bishop to g6, queen to a1
   probably, i will never amount
      or
         anyways. i think i'm done
            my eyes hurt and i don't want to 
               but here we are
            sixteen sounds of old trains
         and none of them are familiar
      not even 
   remotely.
      i