In a Waiting Room

There's a time in life
If you lose it then you're gonna cry
Cue the sorry scene
When you're living in the in-between
Not to say it should be automatic
Though I wish it was so I could land
Every day and night
If you felt it then you understand

I'm just flipping through magazines
In a waiting room
Hoping somebody sees me soon
There's a constant feeling of dread
That has me lying in bed
Has me daydreaming past noon
And the only little thing that had me anywhere close to getting through
Was falling in love with you

Every day I'm thinking about why I feel left behind
Every day there's a conversation about you with someone you don't like
Every second, every hour, there's a feeling that I'm losing myself to this feeling
Try to write a line of words about it instead
But it never helps with the healing

I'm just flipping through magazines
In a waiting room
Hoping somebody sees me soon
There's a constant feeling of dread
That has me lying in bed
Has me daydreaming past noon
And the only little thing that had me anywhere close to getting through
Was falling in love with you