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