The bathwater is cold. 
I can't 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 4 am. 
Shaving in your 50's tub 
with Lady Remington 
and pictures line the walls 
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.