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 my thoughts down 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 brother's wedding You were looking for a softer place to land