what a lovely sight.
make-out rooms and lover's fights, strangers from the streets, seen it twenty-thousand times.
we sip away our pains.
our futures seem so far away, cause it's time to seize the night before it ends.
life without a dime, for a bed your couch suits me just fine.
when morning breaks we'll see what lies in store, but for now lets make believe, we don't bleed, common sense says we all need to.
drink ourselves dumb till everything seems right, if only for tonight.
stuck between the sheets. dried out and feeling six feet deep.
smoked my voice away, still it's better every time. landlord of this hell, weep over where my tenants dwell, can't incinerate, this cheap motel of mine.