Super 8 - The Dirty Nil

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