After Hours

Don't slip on the tiling
Muted sound of splashes
Got to filter my feelings, chlorinate my thoughts
Shower room is empty, I am all alone
The other side of the door
Ain't no person, and the splashes gone
But the eyes catch something familiar far to the right
And I know this face and this face knows I

Just the two of us
Opposite sides of the pool
And the glances thrown, but our eyes won't meet
(Too embarrassing)
And as I look at him
The scenes run through my mind
How I smash his head against them tiles
And the blood runs down his arm

Silent murder
Witness none
And this lonely lifeless body floating
In a whirlpool filled with blood
Yeah I could've killed her boyfriend
So she would behave herself
But I kept her boyfriend's life
Just out of respect

Just the two of us
Opposite sides of the locker room
And I still catch glimpses on me
And I throw these glimpses too
And he'll never know
I thought of that
This room we peacefully change in would be a crime scene
And its white walls would turn red

(And so I) leave the pool
Closing hours
Making it through the empty street
In the lights of after hours
Closer to the midnight
Mentally in a haze
The flight is promptly booked and early morning
I'll be gone to the opposite side of this continent