Bones

In another waiting room Get well soon Get well soon Or sit or walk or run Either way not much has changed Praying to the black mold growing on the ceiling To hurry up I’ll stand here bending bones It’ll feel good Til it hurts It’ll feel good when it hurts I forgot how to sleep and how to be awake I’m lying on the floor and then Listen to organ fight again I’ll be here all night Praying to whatever’s hiding underneath your bed Please don’t go I’ll stand here bending bones It’ll feel good Til it hurts It’ll feel good when it hurts If you can name it you can take it Isn’t that what they say So show me where it aches and tell me why Show me where it aches and tell me why