I've unpacked my baggage without my knowledge
I'm on the mend, I'm eating solids
This stranger thinks I'm familiar
And it's taken time to be convinced
That I remind them
Of someone they've seen since
I'm done writing on my own
And twisting my wrist
To make sure there's still bone
There's an awareness of the states
That I fall into when I'm home
Routine, fading,
Hygeine, waiting
Only now, can I recall
The words that you were saying
As I boarded the plane for my brothers wedding
You were looking for a softer place to land