

(one more time)
A sticky note on the fridge
Leaving keys by the ledge
I replay the voicemail once again
Beside this bottle service,
my only friend
And it all feels pointless,
so cold and grand
In a lobby echo,
where we used to stand (yeah)
I don't need your love tonight
Got my petty confidence shining bright
Underneath these artificial stars
Dancing in empty
hotel bars
Ice melts down in the glass
Knowing this high will never last
But I carry the pride
like a shield
To hide everything
I never feel
Just a sticky note...
(lobby echo)
Replay the voicemail...