There’s something pretty unsettling
About these blank white walls and meaningless instruments
About the uncomfortable seats and lingering emptiness
Waiting for a stranger to walk in and tell me that I’m broken

There’s something weird about this waiting room
An old man heaving next to me, answering questions on a sheet of paper
How am I feeling, 0 to 3, am I eating well, sleeping okay, am I alive?
Do I want to die?

My mother always told me to lie
Answer 0’s for everything, show them a happy face
Or else the men in black would come take me away
And I’d never ever see her again

A fate worse than death
Waiting here for the doctor
These minutes fade with every breath
With nothing better to do