Channel Changer
Two pillow service hit the early desk
Were you seeing all the programs it was perfect yes
I was diving in a foxhole with an open head
I was just finding out that the tube was dead
Ay! I had a long evening. I need a little room, single bed and some seating
Baby do you have a couple books for reading. So I can do something else besides stare at the ceiling
No. Hit the button it was on. Watching cartoon heroes puffing on their cigars
They were never really wearing capes wearing the bar. Up against a face that was bearing a scar
Endless channel surfing landed on the program. Standing next to posts outreach with a cold hand
Garden Gnome Holy Ghost Green Man stolen. Forest halfway jaws empty in the open
Pause blink and there were abstract images. See the crawling bugs on his skin and he's fidgeting
Maybe I can leave the room key at the front desk. Lungs in a broken cage try to catch another breath
It's a two pillow service
Were you seeing all the programs
I was diving in a foxhole
Just to find out that the tube was dead
Two pillow service hit the early desk
Were you seeing all the programs it was perfect yes
I was diving in a foxhole with an open head
I was just finding out that the tube was dead
Gentleman is on the rise take him to his room. Give him everything he needs every plug that he used
Weary head traveler backing up his molecules. Portraits on the walls with the eyes that'll follow you
Haven't blinked for about five minutes. There were rats in the palms there were slugs by the licking
Ink abrading boards just one floor above. A pair of smoke stack carolers sharing their love
On the screen showing off the beautiful anatomy. Documented physicists are lecturing academies
Acid melted through the panel down to the lobby. Showing off the bones hanging next to the stocking
Stopped at the sight of a thousand carved initials. Every model of my life is broken down to the pixel
Doorknob felt like it was held from otherside. Otherwise I felt myself the wealth of being so alive
It's a two pillow service
Were you seeing all the programs
I was diving in a foxhole
Just to find out that the tube was dead
Two pillow service hit the early desk
Were you seeing all the programs it was perfect yes
I was diving in a foxhole with an open head
I was just finding out that the tube was dead
Ay! Ayo keep me out of room 311
I heard that room's haunted and it's full of ghosts
Top floor yet it smells like the attic. Dust bunny talking in the rug shells by the stacking
Nothing but the static tried adjusting live antennas
The rest of us are dying just to dive under the pressure
Reapply the henna for the lack of meditation. Fell down stairs found habitats in basements
Forever drifting through the channel recognize the character. Sitting on a sofa with the last man's calendar
Stared at lights only checked for a day. Seven marks here to display what he prayed
Not what it seems, check the curtain and the bed. For the monster that is lurking perching right between the thread
Couple dozen bright eyes peering at the clippings for the abstruse memory weaved within the stitching
One lens open send a wink while I rest. When I left the next morning there was no one at the desk
Were you seeing all the programs it was perfect yes
I was diving in a foxhole with an open head
I was just finding out that the tube was dead
Ay! I had a long evening. I need a little room, single bed and some seating
Baby do you have a couple books for reading. So I can do something else besides stare at the ceiling
No. Hit the button it was on. Watching cartoon heroes puffing on their cigars
They were never really wearing capes wearing the bar. Up against a face that was bearing a scar
Endless channel surfing landed on the program. Standing next to posts outreach with a cold hand
Garden Gnome Holy Ghost Green Man stolen. Forest halfway jaws empty in the open
Pause blink and there were abstract images. See the crawling bugs on his skin and he's fidgeting
Maybe I can leave the room key at the front desk. Lungs in a broken cage try to catch another breath
It's a two pillow service
Were you seeing all the programs
I was diving in a foxhole
Just to find out that the tube was dead
Two pillow service hit the early desk
Were you seeing all the programs it was perfect yes
I was diving in a foxhole with an open head
I was just finding out that the tube was dead
Gentleman is on the rise take him to his room. Give him everything he needs every plug that he used
Weary head traveler backing up his molecules. Portraits on the walls with the eyes that'll follow you
Haven't blinked for about five minutes. There were rats in the palms there were slugs by the licking
Ink abrading boards just one floor above. A pair of smoke stack carolers sharing their love
On the screen showing off the beautiful anatomy. Documented physicists are lecturing academies
Acid melted through the panel down to the lobby. Showing off the bones hanging next to the stocking
Stopped at the sight of a thousand carved initials. Every model of my life is broken down to the pixel
Doorknob felt like it was held from otherside. Otherwise I felt myself the wealth of being so alive
It's a two pillow service
Were you seeing all the programs
I was diving in a foxhole
Just to find out that the tube was dead
Two pillow service hit the early desk
Were you seeing all the programs it was perfect yes
I was diving in a foxhole with an open head
I was just finding out that the tube was dead
Ay! Ayo keep me out of room 311
I heard that room's haunted and it's full of ghosts
Top floor yet it smells like the attic. Dust bunny talking in the rug shells by the stacking
Nothing but the static tried adjusting live antennas
The rest of us are dying just to dive under the pressure
Reapply the henna for the lack of meditation. Fell down stairs found habitats in basements
Forever drifting through the channel recognize the character. Sitting on a sofa with the last man's calendar
Stared at lights only checked for a day. Seven marks here to display what he prayed
Not what it seems, check the curtain and the bed. For the monster that is lurking perching right between the thread
Couple dozen bright eyes peering at the clippings for the abstruse memory weaved within the stitching
One lens open send a wink while I rest. When I left the next morning there was no one at the desk
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