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.
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.
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.
