Ff/Kf

Three redbulls worth of piss in me
Two days till I make it home
And you could play chess on this bathroom floor
Really make it feel like home
Didn't even know he was in the stall till he said something to me
Put my ear to the door then he burst on out
Every bit of six foot three
Smashed my head into the wall
Sweat dripping off his brow
Wishing I had heard just what he said
But it doesn't really matter now
Heard a click between my ribs
And then it suddenly got warm
Saw the light out through the window
Thinking this is my last dawn
Fistfight turn into a knife fight
Belly of a truck stop bathroom
Screamed out something about my wallet
"Buddy you can have it all"
Couldn't get a grip on anything
Enough to break my fall
Seemed like he was never gonna stop till he suddenly got bored
It was just then that I noticed the drain in the center of the floor
Fistfight turn into a knife fight
Belly of a truck stop bathroom
Never thought I'd die alone in a truck stop bathroom
Dreaming of getting home in a truck stop bathroom



Credits
Writer(s): Luca Costantini, Parker Toth
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