Bathroom ballroom

I’m sittin’ on this porcelain throne,

In a quiet house, I’m all alone.

The tiles are cold, the fan’s soft hum,

My coffee’s gone, and the moment’s come.

And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the choices I’ve made,

That spicy taco, that lemonade.

It’s a reckoning, a private truth,

Oh, here I go, I’m dropping a deuce.

Dropping a deuce, it’s my secret muse,

In this bathroom haze, I’m shaking off the blues.

No one’s gotta know, this is my own tune,

I’m dropping a deuce, under the crescent moon.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I’m letting it all go.

The candle flickers, it’s lavender glow,

I’m scrolling my phone, but the signal’s low.

This is my time, my sacred space,

A fleeting escape from the human race.

And I’m dreamin’ of a world less tense,

Where nobody cares what’s behind the fence.

It’s a ritual, my quiet truce,

Oh, here I am, I’m dropping a deuce.

Dropping a deuce, it’s my secret muse,

In this bathroom haze, I’m shaking off the blues.

No one’s gotta know, this is my own tune,

I’m dropping a deuce, under the crescent moon.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I’m letting it all go.

And the world keeps spinnin’, but I’m still here,

With a magazine and a moment clear.

It’s not poetic, it’s not profound,

But in this stall, my peace is found.

(Oh, I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!)

Dropping a deuce, it’s my secret muse,

In this bathroom haze, I’m shaking off the blues.

No one’s gotta know, this is my own tune,

I’m dropping a deuce, under the crescent moon.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I’m letting it all go.

So I’ll flush away the weight of the day,

Light a match, let it fade away.

In this quiet room, I’ve paid my dues,

I’m leavin’ lighter, after dropping a deuce.