Motel Reflections - Pro Teens

And it’s sore,

it’s so Lost in your glorious violent streak

A seemingly peachy thing

Coming out from I don’t where

So unwise,

as you are everytime

A dirty joke you played on yourself,

well played

When a magnetic glow

becomes all you know

You’ll find yourself later on

covered in a guilt that lingers on

Calling a hotline

as if there’s still time

They say it’s closed,

but you stick around

One of the low lives,

one of the bad guys

Would die in your arms too

, as long as they could have you

I can’t be that guy;

I rely on my own

You can’t be that guy;

it’s better if do this alone

As the months lull by

I can’t help but think

The same motel sign

Is giving me everything