The Hospital
The quiet evening stands still; a tapestry A history woven in sodium light A memory
Hospitals never used to bother me; I would follow my Dad to the nurses station Wait quietly for him to conduct his rounds and watch people get better.
You never got better here And I'm wearing this stupid yellow band Like it matters
I'm sure Lance is sorry for us
I'm sorry that I was never sad at funerals But they keep getting closer They hurt more now