Here I sit broken-hearted
tried to ****, but only farted
Then one day I took a chance
tried to **** and **** my pants.

The names scribbled on the walls
With numbers underneath inside the stalls
For a good time call
Maybe it’s my own fault
That I’m alone
Not a friend on the end of a joke
Nor an enemy on the verge of revenge
Maybe I should just stencil in
My own name and number
Just to find a friend

Where we came from
Back against the wall
I think we all stall

I'll meet you by the carousel,
Where we'll kiss and never tell,
And when we leave we'll keep looking back,
Neither of us wanting to forget,
The good time we had.
We would text and we would call,
Do that same funny dance,
But that's not all.
We both know we're going to fall,
Neither can admit that right now,
It's better to just stall.