Hospital Green

From thirty dollar parking to the elevator doors
To me clawing at my collar as it climbed the floors
To the welcoming surroundings and the hundred dollar view
And the reassuring smiles, none of which improve my mood

And I'm crawling in my skin

And from the coldness of the car seat to the coldness of the bed
To what precious warmth clings to the layers we don't shed
To the kind of winter cold that carves its name across our bones
To where we both swear together that we're both not so alone

And I'm crawling in my skin

How do you measure time
In human growth or in human error
Or maybe both?
We took our time but it still took a toll
Wincing with every crack in the concrete
Or bump in the road
Oh no (3x)

The staggering way that we managed to stagger away
From all of that still half intact still astounds me to this day

And I'm crawling in my skin