Waiting Room

I wrote a will last night
I’m sure I’m fine, but
These days I get nervous
Because normalcy’s a liar
And I don’t trust her
Like I did
Woke up to more bad news
How does God choose who gets it and when?
Because I’m getting tired
Is this the end?
It feels like I’m always in a waiting room
And the clock’s always set to soon
I wrote a will last night
I’m sure I’m fine, but
These days I get anxious
And my mind keeps turning
And turning and turning and turning and turning and turning
It feels like I’m always in a waiting room
And the clock’s always set to soon
I wrote a will last night
I’m sure I’m fine, but
These days I get nervous
Because normalcy’s a liar
And I don’t trust her
Like I did
It feels like I’m always in a waiting room
And the clock’s always set to soon
The clock’s always set to soon