We stood in front of the toilet and waited.
You said you couldn't do it anymore.
She would be the perfect woman
But not your home.
Your home is there in the first booth
Your home is doing lines
You stood in front of the toilet and waited

I feel disgusted and
this pseudo-romanticism quite ridiculous.
But deep down, I thought about who called me home.
Or whether anyone does at all.
And so
I stood in front of the toilet and waited.