Lyrics

Scrubs of all colors, pain of all kinds
Needles and gauges and button up gowns
Half of these people are waiting to die
In this horrible place where hope gently drowns

Professional smiles, professional tones
Prevention won't cut you as deep as the cure
Maybe it's better to go this alone
With your dignity left on a neighboring floor

These hallways reek of chemicals and misery
Heaped on the growing mountains of debt
Pairs well with agony, anguish, anxiety
Wilted romaine and a light vinaigrette

As you convalesce