Bathroom Floor

A calling guy on his cell I'm telling your friends that you know him well When in fact you don't know him at all You got his number from him and creeped down the hall A creepy crop strain into your brain I let you get out the carpet stains A prone of the death when none assist Oh please, take me, take me away from here You're wearing nothing You just wanted more You're selling your soul on the bathroom floor Between the bro's you're such a bore You're selling your soul on the bathroom floor Communication in past-tense You scream your thoughts in capital offence The horror is real and so are you You-ou-ou-o-o-ou-u Never seen this before You know you've been here before When you said it all When it's just the writings on the wall When you think that said it all When in fact you said nothing at all You said nothing at all You're wearing nothing You just wanted more You're selling your soul on the bathroom floor Between the bro's you're such a bore You're selling your soul on the bathroom floor And everything's so much colder than before Ignore the bad vibrations coming out of your door You think if I'm to it, but if I'm to it before I feel so much uglier on the bathroom floor