[Verse 1] Smelled like bleach and bad decisions Floors slick with regret and poor precision Toilet paper floatin’ like a ghost parade I walked in drunk and left ashamed Graffiti wisdom on the stall wall read “Call Jenny if you’re lonely… or give Brad head” And I ain’t sayin’ I pulled my phone But I thought real hard before headin’ home [Chorus] In the bathroom at the bar Where the world gets real and the lines get far Where the mirror don’t lie, but your face sure does And your ex just texted “what if it’s love?” I’ve kissed more men than I meant to, star In the bathroom at the bar [Verse 2] You can smoke in here if you tip the staff You can cry in here, and no one laughs Saw a preacher once with a powdered nose Said, “Even Jesus needs a place to decompose” The light flickers like a twitchin’ lie And I swear to God I locked eyes with a guy While we both were tryin’ not to puke And somehow that felt deeper than my wedding in June [Chorus] Yeah, the bathroom at the bar Ain’t church, but it’s got the same memoir Where sins get flushed and secrets float And you swear to change… but you won’t I found God, lust, and a Xanax jar In the bathroom at the bar [Bridge] It’s where the brave confess and the wild collapse Where men make mistakes and blame the taps And I know I ain’t proud of half I’ve done But I wrote a love note in Sharpie on stall one [Final Chorus] It’s the bathroom at the bar Where rock bottom plays like a steel-stringed guitar Where “I love you” slips through a crooked grin And you might leave straight but come back again It’s rough, it’s raw, it’s who we are In the bathroom… at the bar [Outro] So I zip my jeans, wipe off my face Pray no one remembers this disgrace But part of me hopes they do, from afar… ‘Cause I left a little heart… in the bathroom at the bar

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