Heartbreak Motel

Hungry eyes
A little bruised and tired
A little company in a flask
And the only sound
Shabby wooden arms rotating steadily from the ceiling

But when morning comes
A spotlight runs past
Coffee-spattered blinds

Heartbreak Motel
Knows me too well
I'm a bitter happiness
And an empty, ugly mess
Oh, pickin' up, pickin' up pieces of my old tune
Oh, pickin' up, pickin' up pieces of words I used to own
I do
I do

Dandy nights deliver
Short-term heights
A bitter aftertaste
On my pillow

'Cause when morning comes
A stranger shuns
My unreserved love

Heartbreak Motel
Knows me too well
I'm a bitter happiness
And an empty, ugly mess
Oh, pickin' up, pickin' up pieces of my old tune
Oh, pickin' up, pickin' up pieces of words I used to own
I do
I do
I do
I do

Sketchy sinner met a good girl
Saw a glimmer in her blue eyes
That his loneliness might end
But she met another one and moved on

Heartbreak Motel
Knows me too well
I'm a bitter, lonely man
And ashamed of what I am
Without you



Credits
Writer(s): Constant Van Graan
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