In the hotel, I can't remember how the past felt
I rent a blank room to stop living in my past self
Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow
Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow
And when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelled
‘cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sell
In the hotel, I can't remember how the past felt
But in a strange bed, I keep sleeping with my past self
Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow
Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow
And when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelled
‘cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sell
Writer(s): Darby Cicci, Michael Lerner, Peter Silberman
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