Hotel Life
'Tried to throw caution to the wind
I guess I should've checked the weather
I want a hotel life
I want a number on my bedroom door
I want a corridor interaction
Trolleys full of bins
A man in a black suit, white shirt
Can't quite tuck it in
I want a car park view
Over a tarmac beach
I want an empty bed
Taught tight clean sheets
Tried to throw caution to the wind
I guess I should've checked the weather
Everything stands so still
I'm old enough to know better
I've been meaning to ask
Who did you choose to be
Or did you let yourself loose
To the next best thing
I'm still breathing fire
Burning the evidence
I'm still playing the game
It's your turn again
And it's your turn again
I want a hotel life
Heavy curtains floor to ceiling
So I can pull the dark
Over all the feelings
Turn the tv on
Models with their teeth
I kill a couple of hours
A couple of weeks
I've been meaning to ask
Who did you choose to be
Or did you let yourself lose
To the next best thing
I'm still breathing fire
Burning the evidence
I'm still playing the game
It's your turn again
And it's your turn again
Is it so wrong
I keep the pieces
Crushed powder pocket dust
To think I could've made something out of it
I guess I should've checked the weather
I want a hotel life
I want a number on my bedroom door
I want a corridor interaction
Trolleys full of bins
A man in a black suit, white shirt
Can't quite tuck it in
I want a car park view
Over a tarmac beach
I want an empty bed
Taught tight clean sheets
Tried to throw caution to the wind
I guess I should've checked the weather
Everything stands so still
I'm old enough to know better
I've been meaning to ask
Who did you choose to be
Or did you let yourself loose
To the next best thing
I'm still breathing fire
Burning the evidence
I'm still playing the game
It's your turn again
And it's your turn again
I want a hotel life
Heavy curtains floor to ceiling
So I can pull the dark
Over all the feelings
Turn the tv on
Models with their teeth
I kill a couple of hours
A couple of weeks
I've been meaning to ask
Who did you choose to be
Or did you let yourself lose
To the next best thing
I'm still breathing fire
Burning the evidence
I'm still playing the game
It's your turn again
And it's your turn again
Is it so wrong
I keep the pieces
Crushed powder pocket dust
To think I could've made something out of it
Credits
Writer(s): Gina Leonard, Ryan Rogers
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