King of the bathroom.

Elliott Smith plays in my headphones
Walking up Ossington
On my way to a party.

"All your secret wishes,
Could right now be coming true.
And be forever, with your
poision arms around you.
No one is going to fool around with us."

Hypothetical over compensation
of the weakest links
described between you and I
at a party

Who's worse off
Who knows the most
Who's depression cuts deeper.

Muttered attempts of
confidence slither through
your sorrowed tall tales
of life's hardships.

Take another sip
finish your whiskey
and hope he shuts up
long enough
to put his hand up your skirt.

At least for a moment
you might enjoy
this night out
with strangers.

The atmosphere is bumpin
20 something year old's
with short shorts and
cropped shirts
 Leaving little to
the imagination.

Maybe im old fashioned
Maybe im just fucking old.

Go into the bathroom
to take a nip
finally feel like this
might be bearable.

"Your going to be my girl"
Some skinny dude looks up
for the first time his face
isn't hovering over
the bathroom counter

Sniffling out statements
King of the bathroom
We stumple onto the pavement.
Wondering through the crowded 3 am
streets of Dundas West
and make our way
to Euclid.