It's not loneliness
when you're only crying
it's not hunger
when your plate is full

what are you mad about
the trees have turned over
you're back in the bad days
you need to start over

in the basement
of the hospital
waiting for a test
that says I'm normal

a man rolls by
in a very tall bed
the most expensive one he'll ever have
that's what you said

and down the hall
his cries are a rhythm
I walk out for now
I do not leave them

goodbye old friend
now gone to start over
you're still a knot of string
taut under my skin
the trees have twice turned over

my hope has a brave face
she's been in bed all week
oh my hope she leaves no trace
what we stole on those sundays

in the haze
in the haze