Motel Room

He looks just like Disneyland

He looks just like palms trees

He’s got diamonds in his hand

He’s got scrapes on both of his knees

He’s eager to the please

He is your big secret

He’s got me rooting through your trunk

Is he the reason for this life jacket?

Is he the reason that this ship sunk?

Four words written in shaky faded ink

I bet the drapes were pink

In that old motel room

Four words, watch my stomach sink or swim

How could you follow him

To that old motel room

Some days I feel 12 years old

Some days I’m sliding toward the grave

Sometimes, I can take this

But other times I wanna give ya back what you gave

Four words written in shaky faded ink

I bet the drapes were pink

In that old motel room

Four words written where I aint supposed to see

And all my friends agree

You must be the devil….

Justify this geography

Show me where we went wrong on the map

Cuz I try to stand tall

I try to think of anything else at all

But it’s hard to move on with this knife in my back

It’s hard to move on with this knife in my back