Waiting room.

There's times where I want something more, someone more like me. There's times when this dress rehearsal seems incomplete, but you see the colors in me like no one else. And behind your dark glasses you're... You're something else.

You know some real bad tricks, and you need some discipline, but lately you've been trying real hard and giving me your best. And you give me the most gorgeous sleep that I've ever had...and when it's really bad I guess it's not that bad...

You've used up all your coupons and all you've got left is me

.....And somehow I'm full of forgiveness, I guess it's meant to be.