What's at the end?

First you wake up and drag yourself up.
Get a cup of coffee on one hand and a cigarette on the other.
Forget the man above you, so you take the train for your own reason to leave.
You walk with the dead, packed like the popcorn you had last night.
You wish you would save yourself from the hole that's been digging itself.
You wish that the day would rain to wash it all away.
So we put down our name tag and drive away.
So we drink down our sorrows and we laughed at each other to feel Better.