[Verse 1] In the waiting room, you’re in that dress again one hand on the clipboard, one knee bouncing I’m pretending I’m reading the magazine but I keep getting stuck on the hem of it the TV’s low, somebody’s coughing in the corner and I’m counting the tile lines to keep it together [Chorus] My chest keeps knocking out of rhythm every time you shift in that plastic chair I don’t know what you came here for I just know I can’t look away In the waiting room, you’re in that dress and I’m trying not to make it obvious but the whole place moves when you turn your head like I forgot how to breathe
