The Waiting Room

You see someone else when you look at me
You see what I've always tried to train myself to be
You see dinner tables and picture frames and everything in between
You see a medicated mind gripping tight to belief

And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again
With patients coughing beside me
While I stare up at fluorescents
Praying that no one I know will walk in
And I'll have to explain why I'm here
But I don't know why I'm here

My mouth sewn shut, for you I tear open the seams
Every time they ask what's wrong with me
If I knew, I'd tell you, but trust me I don't
And you can diagnose me, but that won't make me cope

And I hope I never have to see this office again
Spitting out my demons to somebody I just met
She's taking notes just to remember my name
Cause the only one who listens is the person I pay

And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again
And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again
And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again
Lest I forget what it's done to my head
Let the medication fix me instead