So, this is it? And these are my people?
Man, I’m in a position worse than fetal
I have daily conversations with the lord
‘Cause I don’t see a way off this ward

I don’t need bed rest, I’m losing muscle
I’ll get skinny fat off your apple crumble
I’m praying my family or friends do call
As I’m stuck here bouncing off the walls

I always stick my neck out like a giraffe
And this incurs the wrath of the staff
What can I do? I’ve serious concerns
This stay was meant to be short term!

Somebody else surely needs this bed
‘Cause I’ve calmed down on the meds
When they say this is for my own good
I get mad and sink into another mood…