The confines of this hotel room are all to pure,
as the devastating concequence of what brought us to this place is all to obscure.
And the windows are cracked, to help vent out the waryness,
but not even the constant air conditioning can blow out the bleak and bring us bliss.
We’ve shared many cigarettes by the balcony of our bathtub,
and tried to rid of the pain though books and coffee by a train hub.
But nothing can seem to rid the void between,
and my toes grow numb each day we loose belief.
Soon, I will no longer stand this, and niether can you,
and tomorrow we will awake with lips dark navy blue.
So as I am finally tired, and you’ve become cold, lets wrap together beneath the sheets while we can,
because tomorrow’s fatigue will creep up quickly, baby,
and choke me just like a man
