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