Bathroom Smoker, Closet Drinker


He's a bathroom smoker and a closet drinker

He has few words to ever say
And when he speaks, eye contact is something he'll rarely make
You'll never see into his soul

He's a bathroom smoker and a closet drinker

Completely guarded, he's always thinking
But his thoughts you'll never know
Tucked away in his own little cubby is his mind, body, and soul

Cause he's a bathroom smoker and a closet drinker

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