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.