Early Morn

I won't miss this old motel
Tobacco stains the old pastel
If we were young it was hard to tell
I won't miss this old motel

I know you saw me the other morn
Leaving at the break of dawn
Did ya see me turn around again
Kept looking back there was nothing left

And I won't come back home
In 20 years or so
Throw that door open and ask you to go

I won't come to your door
With a hole in my chest
I hate your guts but I wish you the best

All the things that brought us here
Feels like we just disappeared
Watching people passing by
Feeling like we lost the fight

So I left yes I am gone
Hope you keep on keepin' on
One day find some peace of mind
Somewhere further down the line

And I won't come back home
In 20 years or so
Throw that door open and ask you to go

I won't come to your door
With a hole in my chest
I hate your guts but I wish you the best

I won't come to your door
With a hole in my chest
I hate your guts but I wish you the best

I don't miss that old Motel
Tobacco stained the old pastel
When we were young, it was hard as hell

I don't miss that old Motel