Hotel Room from Companion by She Roars

I have a corner bed
Located in the best room of the house
Looking out over the water
That’s a lie that’s a lie oh
Now all I see is a construction site
That’s been there for years
I refuse to believe

That they’re still building
That they’re still building

Her timing is a lost dog with cataracts
Should I come
Should I leave
Should I look up
I’m just tired of dropping bys
Followed by quick goodbyes
When I know that more should come from her
I’ll set the stage
Write the play
Every time the lines are used as much as bright red capes
Maybe once a year
When I’m tired of being not something
So I’ll be something I’m not

From a hotel room
I believe that I’ve come
To a purposely uninteresting place
The only thing that’s a tad out of state
Are two shirts of four socks
And an unmade bed full of pushover thoughts
I should have cut her off

Now it’s too late to talk
You took it, you got it, just go
I’d rather be alone

From a hotel room
I believe that I’ve come
To a purposely uninteresting place
The only thing that’s a tad out of state
Are two shirts of four socks
And an unmade bed full of pushover thoughts
I should have cut her off
I should have oh I I should have
Cut her off

Where’s your clothes
where’s your clothes

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