A dreamy reflection on the strange intimacy of medical appointments and the stories we tell ourselves while waiting.
[Verse 1] Fluorescent hum above my head Magazines from 2019 Your name gets called, I watch you go Through doors I'll never see [Pre-Chorus] Receptionist knows all our teeth By numbers, not by names [Chorus] In your dentist's waiting room I'm learning how to wait Counting ceiling tiles instead Of all my mistakes Mint green walls and plastic chairs Where secrets feel so safe In your dentist's waiting room Everything can change [Verse 2] You come back out with cotton balls Talking through your numb lips Something about a cavity And rescheduling your next trip [Pre-Chorus] I pretend I didn't hear The drill from down the hall [Chorus] In your dentist's waiting room I'm learning how to wait Counting ceiling tiles instead Of all my mistakes Mint green walls and plastic chairs Where secrets feel so safe In your dentist's waiting room Everything can change [Bridge] Novocaine wears off by dinner But this feeling never does [Outro] Scheduled for next Tuesday Same time, same place
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