Primary Care Video (MV)

I'm picturing a room
With a table and a chair
You don't look scared anymore
But I can never be sure

Alongside the table
Is a dresser with a drawer
To store all that's yours
Moments you cling to
But don't remember anymore
It all seems obscure

What can I say
While you're away?
What can I do
If it hasn't been proven
That you're under primary care?
Am I just splitting hairs
Or am I scared?

I'm picturing a light
It's a cliché, oh, it's trite
But it's bright through the night
And when it flirts with your eye
Reflections meander by

Do you remember the day?
We sat together on a plane
The sun bathed the ground
And as we combed through the clouds
You said you wished that you knew how
How they feel

Should I regret
I don't see what's next?
Should I believe
If only to grieve?
You're under primary care
But no one knows where
I think it's not there