A Bathroom Is A Strange Place To Feel Alone

A Bathroom Is A Strange Place To Feel Alone

It was a place for sacred conversations;

Our guitar strums found the best of vibrations.

We were close and quietly whispering

With your skin pushing up against me.

We were staying clean and saving water

And we'd turn it up from colder to hotter,

And the best part was the talking and laughing.

Now it is a dream that I have been having;

Watching the soap bubbles, they're retreating,

Making their way down dark pipes cause they're leaving.

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