Twothirtyeight The Bathroom Is A Creepy Place For Pictures Of Your Friends
The bathwater's cold
I cannot even feel my legs
They are turning white
I'm quite worked-up by you tonight
And i can't even sleep
So here i am, it's four AM
Shaving in your fifties tub with Lady Remington
And pictures line the wall of people I've never met
Who they are and why they're here
And why they're staring at me now
The bathroom is a creepy place for pictures of your friends
It is a creepy place for pictures of your friends
It is a creepy place for pictures of your friends
Ooh ooh ooh
