End Stall Songtext
von tree drama

Sitting here in a row of bathroom stalls
I′m feeling rough
I'm feeling raw
I′m on my own
My hands are shaking as they brace against the wall
I'm fading out
I'm heading past delirium


Can′t seem to fight these urges that are there in me
This lack of self control and most evidently it will
Make a fuck-up of this place and make my face
Something you hate, something you wish you could erase

So I sit alone in the grove of my bones
Suicidal thoughts and just me on my own
Alprazolaminate my soul and fill this hole
I wish this gap between us′d disappear and go