Foreign bathroom
Bunch of foreign toothbrushes
the dust on the mirror shelves and extravagant nailpolish
why would you paint your nails the color of my eyes
isn't it pain, when it scrapes, you're in eight grade
all over again
Alone at lunch, like you're alone in the bathroom
The tiles are chill, towels linger of smoke
But you don't smoke,
like you didn't in the eight grade
Won't snatch a cigarette
Half past two, but it ain't late
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