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I’m in a bathroom washing my hands looking for a towel to dry
Open the door enter a room where reality hits me
I take seat where I sit and stare at a hanging picture on a wall
That I have the need to straighten this is not my house
Where I sit is not my couch this white wine that I sip from this glass
Is not mines the phone ringing in my ears is not mines to answer
Flipping through a book of photos of those I do not know instagramming those I do
Why am I here in this sight unseen place who are these people coming through
The crowd is getting loud and thick I scan the room for another door to ease closer to
My minds on home I entered with someone but I’m leaving alone
Even if I have to climb out of the bathroom window believe me I’m gone
