The waiting room is where you are
When no one wants you in their house
And you can’t live alone because you don’t know when it’s
Time to eat or shit
And maybe you think it’s morning
When it’s night and your eyes aren’t so good
But as far as you know your heart
Is in the right place
Which is on your left breast.
The waiting room is where you go
When no one can
Look you in the eye
And they nod when you ask if it’s time to go home.
You are home and there’s no leaving
Whether you like it or not.
Frankly, there’s no one left who cares.
Either you’ve been a bitch or you haven’t.
It doesn’t matter because in the waiting room
There’s no one to help you
Except if you draw a lucky bingo ball
And get put to bed early
Then you can dream if you stored anything up
That was interesting
If not, you are out of luck.
In the waiting room there are no commercials.
The attendants come and go.
You get the back of their hand
Unless you can reflect their future
In your eyes.