Paper laying on the table Says I'm sober, says I'm stable, And that I am well enough to go. So why am I still sitting in this Doctors office? ferns and flowers I guess I'll take some with me as I go I know the tricks of being sick But I don't think I know how to be well How do I work this new body? Your blood feels so warm inside me. Is it true I can move it on my own? Spiral notebook, blank and waiting For new ink but I'm abstaining. These lines look like the bars Once wrapped around my home. I know the tricks of being sick But I don't think I know how to be well Paper laying on the table. My new name written in pencil. Lord, I cannot do this on my own.