Super 8

Lying on a mattress in another fucking cheap motel
 Thinking about the last time I saw you and felt compelled
 To have some drinks and tell you things
 Like how my life without you stings
 Like Arizona in the summer
 Constantly melting my ice cream, bummer
 The things I don't wanna say
 Are just a nine digit call away
 You're never gonna hear 'em, no
 But I'll tell ' em to you, though
 I'm halfway to hell
 It's called Super 8 Motel
 And no I cannot tell
 I'm sure you're doing well
 If you ever think of me, I just hope that you can maybe see
 Some charm within the trash pile, it's hard enough
 I see your face in everything I'm drink and write
 Honestly I'm happy, but you know very well
 I'm halfway to hell
 It's called Super 8 Motel
 And no I cannot tell
 I'm sure you're doing well
 Sure you're doing well
 Sure you're doing well
 I'm sure you're doing well