Motel six
Six doors
Six locks
Six mirrors
Six realms
It feels like the cursed
Linger in my blue bedroom
There’s a surfboard hanging
Above me
There’s a darkness hovering
Around me
There’s six places
I could be
There’s six people  
I could become
Motel six
Six doors
Six locks
Six silver
Spoons
Six bottles
Of honey
Whiskey
Which he sips, while
Slurring my name
And callin’ me pretty
Knowing he will
Leave
When the sun rises
Motel six

I rest my head on the birds,
we fly into one another as we seek
the roads less travelled
and intend only to be free
free from who we've been,
free from you & me
Riding high amongst the winds
Of a midnight breeze
And in the illusion of time
It shall be seen
That a dream once lost
Is never sold
And the scars which  drip
vermillion
Drops,
Are never in vein
as the heart may
Bleed but never stops

The beach boys make it feel all right,
Ed Ruscha is tellin me to keep it light,
Fleetwood Mac playin
The doors on those old blue records
when my mind feels like the dreariest night
The ocean gets me high,
The californian sun makes it all right
the stars sparkle so bright
As of lately, I've been California day dreaming
all night

Oh, you raven of the night -
subverting the rules, seeking freedom,
ready to spread those black wings & take flight
with your black hair, sweeping ever so slightly over your black eyes the way your mouth moves ever so gently when you speak eloquent lies
the touch of yours, cold to my bones
the way you lay gently in grass with purple stones
How you feel, the words you speak
which light me up , electrify my soul, and make me weak
right before you break me down again
In his arm it feels like heaven or a hell of sorts,
for once I get a taste it's never enough
drowning in it, drowning in it, drowning in it!
love is like a shore or maybe an abyss
ready to burn and leave a scar, here but never quite there
lost in some world of another
for in his arms it feels like heaven or a hell of sorts

You and I,
the 405,
the sunshine of our rain
the storm of our own making
the never ending highways
the electric blue skies
the prophetic visions
you and I,
the 405
the clouds are high
so am I
you and I,
take the ride

I cry my cherry red blush ,
Blue mascara away,
I beg the man with black eyes
And a black heart to stay
I feel my body sway,
I sway & I sway, I sway
into the dream state where
I know nothing gold can stay,
But I still cry my cherry red lipstick
Away
And I still sway, and sway
And sway