Hotel Room

Chevron stop, lights lit up, the desert sun in a coffee cup
and we spiral
American dream, whatever that means, houses on hills and a lot of scorched earth
from an old fire
All this time

When I'm with you
You know we're making up a home in a hotel room
All this running and you get no sleep
I've got a struggle in my chest that the time ain't free
but I keep waking and you're next to me

Flashlight late on a blue highway
northbound then, but now I'm just a hang around
It's been a whole year and it's still so loud
Take a breath, morning sex
swear it looked better when it played in my head now
I think I love you but I don't know how
Time burns through

Let my heart take me there
open roads and rooms where we
We can be right and be wrong
nothing here lasts too long