waiting room symphony
Patience & Reflection: The Symphony of Waiting Rooms
Lyrics
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting, it's so tough
I am continuously waiting, and it's challenging.
I call my momma when I've finally had enough
I reach out to my mother when I can't endure it anymore.
And every time I go in, my brain don't work
Entering the waiting room affects my ability to think.
Because everybody's acting like the pain don't hurt
People pretend not to feel pain, but I acknowledge it.
But I know it do
Despite the facade, I am aware that pain exists.
That's why I see you in the corner probably got the flu
Observing someone in a corner, possibly unwell.
That's why I'm sitting at the doctor's and I'm just like you
I find myself in the doctor's office, sharing the experience.
Guess we're both over-reacting, self-distracting youth
We both seem to be overreacting, distracting ourselves.
I walk in, sit my ass down for a minute, so please
I enter and sit down, requesting to be called promptly.
Just call my name before I stay here for some hours or weeks
I prefer not to spend extended hours or weeks waiting.
I notice things most don't see
I notice details that others may overlook.
I notice she looks at me
A woman acknowledges my presence.
Don't know her, we both agree
We are strangers but share a mutual understanding.
The rest is history
Our connection becomes part of the past.
I think that she looks pretty cool
I find her appealing but keep it to myself.
I'll never say it
My admiration is kept private.
I like the swish up on those tennis shoes
Her stylish tennis shoes catch my eye.
Let's get acquainted
Suggesting a desire to become acquainted.
And I feel I've spent hours in this cold and dusty room
I spend a significant time in the cold, dusty room.
Can't keep my eyes off the old cartoon, are you
My attention shifts to an old cartoon.
Are you in a boredom fantasy
Wondering if she shares a fantasy to escape boredom.
I'm like twenty but my momma's sitting next to me
Despite being twenty, my mother accompanies me.
It's a waiting room and it's a symphony
The waiting room experience is likened to a symphony.
The doctor takes me back and won't stop with the yammer
The doctor talks incessantly while examining me.
Like please refrain from talking, hit my knee with a hammer
A plea for silence as the doctor hits my knee.
I got fixed up, I feel so much better so
I receive treatment and feel significantly better.
How am I supposed to give you my letter that go
Expressing the difficulty of sharing personal feelings.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Repetition for emphasis on the challenge.
How am I supposed to give you my letter that go
Repeating the struggle to communicate emotions.
That go
Emphasizing the ongoing difficulty in expressing emotions.
That go
-I walk in, sit my ass down for a minute, so please
I enter and sit down, urging to be called promptly.
Just call my name before I stay here for some hours or weeks
Prefer not to endure prolonged waiting.
I notice things most don't see
Noticing subtle details about the woman.
I notice she looks at me
Reciprocal acknowledgment between strangers.
Don't know her, we both agree
Agreement on the unspoken connection.
The rest is history
Reflecting on the historical significance of the encounter.
I think that she looks pretty cool
Admiring her but choosing not to vocalize it.
I'll never say it
Keeping personal feelings to oneself.
I like the swish up on those tennis shoes
Appreciating the unique design of her tennis shoes.
Let's get acquainted
Expressing a desire to get to know her better.
And I feel I've spent hours in this cold and dusty room
Spending considerable time in the waiting room.
Can't keep my eyes off the old cartoon, are you
Distracted by an old cartoon, pondering her situation.
Are you in a boredom fantasy
Speculating if she also fantasizes to escape boredom.
I'm like twenty but my momma's sitting next to me
A humorous note about being accompanied by one's mother.
It's a waiting room and it's a symphony
Describing the waiting room experience as a symphony.
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