Shadows

I started cleaning bathrooms
Because I love to sing
And there are good acoustics
And then I met your shadows


You're transparent in daylight
But in those bathrooms
I catch the worst of who you are

You make me want to curse tiles
Tell you that if you want to be invisible
Do a better job at it

You make me want to meet
More than what's left of you
And somehow make you live
Outside the inches

The sickly sweet smell of pizza
In the darkest stall
Ants
The shadows of your demons
Orange splatters of vomit
On the bottom of the toilet seat