tales from the big stall

Good morning Well not quite this one There's bags under my eyes And the scratches on my thighs They start to bleed And then scab over Don't need to hide it from my friends Cause I can't seem to find any of them here And the bathroom smells like weed Blink fast so the tears run back And maybe one day I'll be so lucky To wake up one day and not be me But not yet It's been an hour since I said I had to leave Just shut up wipe your mascara off your cheeks Everyone will think you're fine if they don't notice you've been crying silently While playing games on your phone You won't throw up again Even though it feels like you have a parasite And the bathroom smells like icy peach I wanna write a song where I get to scream And maybe one day I'm so hopeful That I'll wake up one day and be normal But not yet The janitor needs to clean the stove I really don't wanna miss another test Even though I am aware That my best is not the same as everybody else's best Are they talking about me Asking why somebody's crying so loud And maybe one day I'll wake up and it'll all be over But not yet I don't wanna be in this bathroom anymore Not yet I got two more years cause I am just a sophomore