Count down on them
My only friends
We needed them
To begin
The subtlety of facial tics
the waiting room
an open door
I can finally rest
An overcoat
for every mood
A place to show
There's none of you
A simple wave
Was all I had
But points of shame
As gratitude
I can finally rest
My only friends
We needed them
To begin
The subtlety of facial tics
the waiting room
an open door
I can finally rest
An overcoat
for every mood
A place to show
There's none of you
A simple wave
Was all I had
But points of shame
As gratitude
I can finally rest