I don't know when I lost my nerve and I started a routine And I walked across this corner, pinned my eyes to a shirt 'cause I'm scared of being seen Locked myself in a stall, rest my head against the wall Still drunk I had a dream in the morning; pin myself to the chore Looking through the cracks I saw the shadows on the tile so I knocked on all the unlocked doors Locked myself in a stall, rest my head against the wall And I'm not sure that I've ever had the nerve 'cause I've always felt like an easy kill But I'm pretty sure that I'm never gonna know if I'm his kind of pill Unlocked the stall and wandered off, left my number on the wall