The End

I always, always see the end

I, I always, always see the end

As I lay on the bathroom tiles

and i’m watching, i’m watching the paint run dry

i’m not alone but i’m lonely

i should call a friend

i worry no one will answer me

in the state that i am

but i’ll lay on the bathroom tiles

and i realise i’ve been here for an hour

should probably turn the shower on

so nobody knows that i’m in here

i could drown it out