Living my dream days
I thought they were here to stay
I was wrong
They sure didn't last long
I find myself back in a dreadful waiting room
Doctors, doctors, and nurses
I sit waiting while my heart fills with doom
Mothers paying clean their purses
While the air plays the song paradise
Sardonically speaking of the days my friend spent eating white rice
The cold takes me out of my daydream
If only the cold was sweet like ice cream
I get dragged to a building that has a sign with the number, 65
Trying to text my boyfriend
Off of the unknown I do not thrive
Checking my phone over and over again
It's super silent in here
I can't seem to let go of fear
Is the doctor young or old?
Will they fit my up-down turn around mold?
I rerealize that I'm sitting in another drab waiting room
Doctor, doctor and a nurse
I sit here while my heart refills with doom
I see a mother paying out of her purse
Thinking about my dream days
I wish they were here to stay
But alas I was wrong
Too bad they didn't last long