Bleach-Hall Signed

(shhhh) Fluorescent glow from the bank machine

Paper in my pocket keeps it tidy and clean Hotel hallway heavy

with the scent of bleach Everything I wanted sitting out of my

reach

I'm holding onto scraps,

keeping the receipt

Staring at the ceiling while I listen to the beat (yeah)

Under the cold ATM glow

I got everything but nowhere to go

Keeping the paper from a night we both lost Paying the price

but we don't count the cost (ohhh-oh)

Walking past thirty-two doors on the floor

Tired of winning but I still want more

Bleach on the carpet,

ice in my cup

Checking my screen, no one's waking up

Under the cold ATM glow

I got everything but nowhere to go

Keeping the paper from a night we both lost Paying the price

but we don't count the cost

Bleach and receipts... Under the blue light... (hummmm)