Intro:
Ice machine rattling like itās got a cough
twelve thirty, maybe later
your work boots slumped by the door
still wearing the road
Verse 1:
That roomās got a smell you canāt wash out
bleach trying to cover what lived there before
walls flaking off in tired little curls
like they heard too much and quit
the TVās preaching hard through a busted speaker
salvation on sale, call now
you sit down heavy on the edge of the bed
hands empty
thatās when the quiet starts yelling
Chorus:
Cheap motel, loud truth
no drywall thick enough for this
you say my name slow, like youāre weighing it
then drop it on the floor
eyes anywhere but me
same old move
Verse 2:
One light buzzing out in the parking lot
drawing moths like a bad promise
some couple two rooms down tearing each other open
door slamming, words breaking
I almost smileā
hell, at least theyāre saying it
you laugh too, then c***e it back
say, āThatās not what I meant,ā
but it landed exactly where you threw it
Chorus:
Cheap motel, loud truth
aināt nowhere left to shove it
your voice starts shaking when you get close
mine stays flat
and I donāt know which is worse
Bridge:
Used to think noise was the warning sign
that silence was safe
but Iāve slept clean through sirens, storms, my own damn lies
thisā
this keeps tapping me on the shoulder
Outro:
Sunlight sneaks in through busted blinds
same mess, just clearer
I set the key on the dresser
you watch it happen
donāt reach
Cheap motel, loud truth
still humming in my ears
long after Iām gone
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