Waiting Room

I don’t see much of me in you
But I want to
When I went to buy cigarettes today
I thought the boulevard was haunted
And ooh I’m surrounded
And ooh
East coast winters get cold
But don’t stop your guns of fashion
Sometimes when I think of you
I try to read your mind in caption
And ooh I’m surrounded
And ooh
Oh, I’ve known many of my lovers
Known them well
Yeah, but they don’t make me move
The way you command it
And ooh I’m surrounded
And ooh I’m surrounded
By the waves
And oh in the waiting room
The walls are cold
And oh in the waiting room
The walls are cold
And oh in the waiting room
The walls are cold
And I am in the waiting room
And the walls are cold