Hotel

In the hotel, I can't remember how the past felt. I rent a blank room to stop living in my past self. Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow. Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow, and when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelled, 'cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sell.

In the hotel, I can't remember how the past felt. But in a strange bed, I keep sleeping with my past self.

Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow. Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow, and when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelled, 'cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sell.