Wussy Waiting Room Lyrics

Stand for the silent bride, maidens and crimson drapes
Bottle it up inside
Until it explodes and washes over rows of everyone attending
Sad Midwestern Baptists go write 'Sorry' on the mirror
Crying in the bathroom on the first night of the honeymoon
It numbs you like the colors in the waiting room

Once it was smile and wave, someone you barely knew
Now it's a shower and shave
And a new excuse for every time you come in after hours
Cover blown, you try to own
Too many indiscretions
You break it off and tell him that you're sorry that he never knew
It hounds you like the soundtrack in the waiting room

Out on a [great crusade?], under a million stars
Focusing on your face
With the lines and creases coming on like U.S. Grant took Richmond

Bona fide but trapped inside
A shell that says to hell with you
You pour it out and hope that someone notices before it's through
It rides you like the silence in the waiting room