Fan On Motel Keycard

Four walls, cold tile

Just fake

a little smile

(Wait a minute) Was it you on my line?

(No it wasn't!) Pretending that I'm doing fine

(Are you?) Leave the screen on the shelf

Trying not to lose myself

The bathroom fan is humming way too loud

To block out all the noise of this city crowd And sitting

on the laminate table top Is a plastic motel keycard,

yellowing dot

I glance away but then my eyes slide back Waiting for the

dark screen to finally crack I'm counting down

from ten to one Underneath this artificial

sun (one, two, three,

four) (Wait a minute)

Was it you on my line?

(No it wasn't!) Pretending that I'm doing fine

(Are you?) Leave the screen on the shelf

Trying not to lose myself

Cheap plastic slot, card in the door

I don't wanna wonder anymore (no more,

no more) Just a temporary key

To a temporary me

(Wait a minute)

Was it you on my line?

(No it wasn't!) Pretending that I'm doing fine

(Are you?) Leave the screen on the shelf

Trying not to lose myself

(Wait a minute) Just a cheap motel key...